Hell fire

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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

said.

 

What have we

become?

 

Grasping at

angels

 

who flee from us.

 

Hot so hot

the mythic

 

& the dawn

hell fire

 

a poet’s voice

hoarse.

 

from searching.

 

Jungle of

my thoughts

 

boa constrictor

sent to squeeze

 

life from us.

 

Equations

only lead

 

to a dead end

siege.

 

I’m hungry

for the heat

 

of love, that’s

laughing

 

at my need

for solution.

 

 

 

 

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