“let us suck the jeweled wound”

the child decided to plead guilty

it was black, my dear
the needle

forceps freedom

we danced in the
ballrooms
of decay

ready to fight for the freebies
&
to die for the punch

blinded by
the fire
of narcotic
smiles

we staggered
onstage

aware of the darkness
that glazed
wet ribbons
in the air

we made love
like angels do

in a tavern
by the moon