Lioness, lioness bring all to swift rightlioness, lioness strike surely tonight.
to triage traps
let down the furling freedoms
and retreated with taps
where the trick
is to try
not to look
like a spy
or a trite
And the message
And the cypher
And if only the comments
and the deft smirks and nods
could escape the shake-downs
and stamps and jihads...
Frisked, frowning, fucked by the scrutinous
followed, failed, felled by the mutinous
tickers, talkers, tellers of truth
rickety, crotchety, stealers of youth
who insist on a sin and a stain on your virtue
for writing and writhing in stills that won't hurt you
in springs and in flings and in rings like a hearse
hewn in hackneyed hickory shag verse.
Wigwam, a womb, a warm place pleading psalm
where a body lies still to be christened, embalmed...
internment I wait, and wait, for a tourniquet
reeling, risking, rollicking, riveted.
Please stop the bleeding and tell me its you
please stop the hiding and tell me what's true.
Lioness, lioness bring all to swift right
lioness, lioness strike surely tonight.