Hell fire



Hot so hot

fire through


the night


mostly in my

head, feeding


gloves to monsters.


All the King’s horses

have turned


to stone:


my eyes become

‘’love crumbs’’


the bed sheets

& the sweat


have melted

with the words


you might have



What have we



Grasping at



who flee from us.


Hot so hot

the mythic


& the dawn

hell fire


a poet’s voice



from searching.


Jungle of

my thoughts


boa constrictor

sent to squeeze


life from us.



only lead


to a dead end



I’m hungry

for the heat


of love, that’s



at my need

for solution.





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