pms : cv indie author

mother at the bottom of the sea   mother of god where have you gone sea faring barnacled corpse black fizzing madonna let me glide beside you once more along the shimmering sea floor let me chew through the charred grizzle of what remains there where i tossed you in that january mother of god i hardly knew ye but to be an unfaithful friend obsidian heart bubbling with the rage they pumped into you when you were four don't punish me for your rape! mother of god you are the cold hand that holds me the exquisite ghost that haunts me the shotgun that blasted me from a punctured chrysalis whilst i dangled there  helplessly by your venomous cord tangled in the  blubbery sinews  of your  amorphous abortions mother of god you of all people should know of my plight of innocence bludgeoned in the night O! if i could swim down to meet you at the bottom of the sea like a fish  i'd drink you in supernal milk ...

no funeral for a fire. there was no funeral for you we had you cremated and that was that they kept you on ice for nine long days i went mad in my little white room thinking about you wondering how you looked frozen stiff i didn’t smear makeup in your hollow grooves no sapphire powder a frame for vacant eyes no hot pink rouge dusted along sunken cheeks no more of that i didn’t dress you in your thrift store gown or spray your hair stiff we didn’t decorate a box with you or prop you up with yellow roses there was no one there to fill the seats of your bon voyage you did more damage than one fire should in a single life there was only diana and i and you in your teflon box that held my rueful reflection among other tragic things both of us, at once contained there in my hands right before you converged with the wind and the sea did death welcome you, my dear did it make you feel at home did it cradle you in eternity vast fields ...