Ode to my demon lover
'Don't trust my words
for what is said under duress cannot be trusted
my tortured breath sing words of love
take this
I bring you something of value
to paraphrase Malraux:
'I did not return from Hell with empty hands...''
what is that thing you fed me
your hands cupping that which burned
swallowing whole what could not be masticated
a drizzling over my chin of winter fire and brine
it burns going down
it burns
'shimmy to the left,'
between my faith and your willfull unbelief there lies an answer
'shimmy to the right,'
somewhere between denial and acceptance there lies an answer
'peel like a banana,'
somewhere, over the rainbow
'and uhh take a bite'
there lies an answer
dance the bossa nova
my demon child
with octupi and giant squid
dance the Brazilian dance
with one hand one leg one eye tied behind your back
dance a tango with your handy-cap
a dance that at first glance looks like a hopping
a desperado hopping to keep from a-falling
a lindy, a gimpy, a flop
let's ex-communicate
slide down balustrades
dance wild
"Ode to demon hair:
Oh! demon hair
a curling mass springing everywhere
why don't you comb it nice and neat
so you don't scare people on the street
those black locks so untamed and wild
just like a little satan child
Oh! my demon must you frighten us so?
your hair is pushing us to go
to greener pastures and safer streets
unadultered by your hairy feet"
I will not say I love you
for what is said under duress cannot be trusted
though damned by you I've been damned better
and I will not deny what I haven't deserved
I spit this thing this abomination
and go where all good catholics go
to stairways in heaven as the zeppelin goes
trying not to trip
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