Crypt Corpse | Write Out Loud

Crypt Corpse | Write Out Loud

Crypt Copse

don’t get lost in the copse or corpse 

tell me what hit — hip dip- -drift pity–pit you live in — is it — mine.

Jist is Zionism– eats its own Judaist — without time — and fire — pyre — gire — vire — cyre — crossfire — higher — cry and lunges at the wire —-

with wirey desire to kill for you– hymns sing to him — will dim the

candle— light — plight of now — hitey — astro — -aphrodite — faint at the smell of him

indeed he has a scent of red rose and lavender essentials

sea shell — oyster bay__ zary-mary__dainty-tainty tea tree planter— only me drinking tea slip–drip–to him–

being alone — his tainted frothy cedar odor —

the path I choose to take is treacherous — dangerous — calamitous

 

do I get ravenous — eats me alive

 

Heil I am getting —

Malaria — — lying sweat–drenched divan —

 

on ocean seas — crashing towards my careering body — in flight:

calvaria.

check.

it’s gone askew like or similar to last time

 

skull drilled open by a loose hand without experience

professional’s guide besides the hands of death — into an open jar

hatchet — axe — ratchet — latchet I loosened it

now I am

 

frail pale male and a buster hustler duster rustler custler pistler cruster Miastaone 

one to want to take home with you

 

The End

 

Mimi Bordeaux Jan 2024

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