sunset suicide
in pink swirls
of burning abandon
the nascent moon
glowers miserly
resting sourly
in an ebon patch
my rice paper skin
an opaque grotesquerie
of undulating sin
a banded sheath of
muscle and bone
glimmering with a
threatening feculence
a dour nightmare
forced upon the
collective psyche
of the dull city
full of sleepy dreamers

i snarl my
simmering rage
at the vacancy
where heaven was
proven a lie
torn in two by
twilight depressions
and a burning lust
to lick the salt
from your flesh