...yeah

(M)Others

Doubt is a brood of snakes
slithering deep into pits of love to poison them -
but wrapped in my crystal clear
liquid security blanket, I don't hear
your screaming insults crashing as you fling them
towards my poorly shielded heart.
Yet I do hear wounded Erin wailing
bloodstained songs across the foggy miles -
history is bad for my health, it seems.
But if health is what you want, I cast it
to the four winds, let it be devoured
by the echoes of the dead's emotions
and freedom's howl as it flies to the skies.
Keep on breeding snakes -
I have befriended an angry mongoose
in the dark forest you loathe so much for
not understanding its intricacies -
red righteous wrath to my violet glow
to dispel blackest night and outshine days
when you were stronger, all those years ago.
I have no helicopter, but my wings
grew anxiously to avoid being clipped - again -,
and I don't need hunger to set me free.
This time, the iron lady has to yield.

Love Poem In Blood

Ruby rivers running down
snowy hills of wonder -
open your veins, my beloved,
for the thirsty trav'ler.
Lapping like a loyal dog,
I'll drink and be merry -
for a moment, my beloved,
I'll be your Charon's ferry.
A glimpse of the shores of bliss
is, for now, all I proffer -
but if you wish, a deeper slice...
and you're Death's finest daughter.