Smoke Rising

Pawn to bishop,
Carrying the cross words
Into a deliberate
Intensification of sound body.

My lactating mother cried
As her fornicating son
Fracturing family facades,
And caving in the castle walls.

Here are your pornographic gods,
Your dark and deviant angels,
Dressed in the undergarments
Of your queen, magnanimous
And serene; illiterate fiend.

Diluted pen strokes,
While giving birth to visions
And to dreams; rolling up her sleeves,
While paying for the consequences
Of her unrepentant masquerading.


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