Livewire’d/Crook’dHanded

by Occult Fan

Kiss kiss kill

mouth to snake and binder

holocaust haunting realer magestries

hold me to the fire

I become the sun

I bind my lips to women

and here is heaven

hold the moon to gra gra gra-vi-ty

slide your feelings un un under me

urning the right

to be Real Proud

kiss the new girl

with ashes and clouds

smooth the fierce voiceover

for the kind-kill symmetry

a winter at the syangogue

is like a summer

at the monastery

where I find my light

More light

MORE LIGHT

cries Goethe, virtuously

or so they say

but we all know

the real power

behind the Throne

Judge, meant… I

 

 

 

 

 

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Dedicated to Julie G.

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