Hard moon

Look at the moon 

If you dare 

Give her your blood 

If you care to go further 

Into the revulsion 

She induces 

When your wake 

Resorts to gloaming 

Like a fickle harbour 

Caked in wreaths of mud

Look at that pale and luminous face 

Tattooed love lines trace her piercings 

Like an angel spurs devotion 

From a sinner 

With a kick that weighs

Ten hundred planets 

And is sharper than  

My longing 

Into her surly carcass 

Ravel

All your pity, fear and bondage

Like the orbit of dementia 

Playing hee haw

Paw paw pussy 

With my mind 

on fettered cheese 

Enter her like palpitations 

Pumping craters 

Peeling contours 

Empty ocean

Longing to be 

hot with salt 

Look at the moon 

Look at her hard 

Look at those wasters 

Dying in a bucket 

For a scarab's retch. 

06/09/17