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2 Bitter

The wafer moon rises soon!
As the body of Christ is lifted
The sky of stars lights the room
And the bread is never questioned:

He has risen!
The host remains unleavened?

Eat to remember!
For the blood of a son of a man is shed
Where some would soon
Drink to forget.

***

In His Mouth*

Mirrors, mirrors
Wall-to-wall
Where to look
Avoid them all

The glaze
The snapper
His gaze
A trapper

Terror, terror
Maze of glass
What admirer
Acts this fast?

Turn, hide
Look away
Knives spark
Every way

Cover, cover
Suit of armor
What method
(Is) this?

My charmer?

***

Amending a Hinge
(For the Deep Ones*)

A worrier inspects intent
He calms alarms with bliss
Designed to shade his teeth and dent
A tension ~ clear a kiss

His strikes against insides, his rapes
Unbend; a shell resists
No lies he tells and facts he apes
And switches, flips and twists

He disappears well-fed on thrusts
His countenance transforms
A promise crumbles as it rusts
A wish: a screen informs

Bewilderment infuses walls
With tears, reveals a cad
The fret-er resonates with calls
To force why she's been had

She bothers over reasons: he
Neglected truth to take
From her her faith ~ his tool to free
For her ~ expose a rake

***

Sweeping Past

A black cat crossed my path
To get to the other side
He implied when he cried
He'd arrived on that side
To look back

But why?

Though I kept walking
My thoughts kept stalking
The edge of that street
And for seven years
Tears broke against my cheeks
Without preening,

How I'd lost my soul for leaning?

I tried to find that cat

At last
I'd heard!

He was a cat with a song long gone:
A mew shattered
And I was cured

***

I zip on her laugh

I zip on her laugh
A twenty-two X
A three, "heh-heh-heh"
An octave above
A falsetto high-octane
A sigh the sound of a whooping lark
And her, "Goodness me."

On me her laugh is a chocolate
A maraschino-cover
A cherry on a diabetic

The first try, I wake
The second try, I lose my words
I hear her shun insulin
And she gives me a candied apple

I toss into a barrel
Floating apple chunks
And a sunken apple laugh

Of course, not the best
Evidence
She's a witch

***

Review of 101 Sprat Plays

The fool on the stage practices
With blunt clubs and battle axes
Battered in Blood
The meal of pumpkins he hacks is

Sir Jack-O-Lantern's
Miss Jack-E-Lantern
And several headless wives

Female heads can roll very swell
Also be dribbled like foot balls
For a joker to get his kicks off
Sum thick and thin do equal "thinck"

Skull squash forms yellow-orange

Another carver crafts a top
Like a door or a cupola
It might fit flush or hinge
On how the flesh holds up

Its knockers made of stink and metal

Arranged of heads that ritual killers
Stuff with taxidermy fillers
Pikes line up dripping daisy petals
Their pretty props for horror thrillers

The night they weened Bloody Holly Food

***

Ghost Story

While gentle wonders shadow passion I
Approach the atoll's edge then disengage
You shape a center we no longer cage
The waters' yesterdays today defy

The other side; the deeper waves deny
Unsettled storms, embrace a calm, assuage
The pain of surface tension though presage
Another crash, release another sigh.

Perfumes acquaint themselves to drifts around
A quiet room of flames destroyed by rest
Where remnant struggles scent the silence found;
Their pools of wax combined, a solid test

Assembled for a fragrant warmth unbound.
Each fragment blended lovers their behest.

***

Standard Time (was: Something to Eat)

Around each other we revolve today
Unfold the years then rearrange our sights
Rotating an individual way

Together where we share a space we play
A matrix - pivot through engaging nights
Around each other we revolve today

Alone we read within a silent ray
Of struggles told of others' moving plights
Rotating an individual way

Tomorrow's hidden hours loom hence convey
The off-uncertainty when then ignites
Around each other we revolve today

That currents help effects also relay
What feed us need us; they fulfill our rights
Rotating an individual way

Companionship includes what we portray
A partnership, as moon to earthly flights,
Around each other we revolve today
Rotating an individual way.

***


*H.P. Lovecraft allusion