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  • The king of hate

    Years the beast spends
    dining on his own flesh,
    inexhaustible passions
    coming from who knows where
    beyond the breach.
    My arms outstretched
    find a way through
    glowing darkness back
    to where the hate began
    a life of forgetting,
    bandaged head, a mask.
    Come in. Come in.
    He says, this dark house
    is larger than love,
    your heart unwired
    will warm to knowledge
    of superb pain,
    will grow to fill
    its infinite rooms.
    He crowns me king
    of beasts, winds me
    in red fields and war,
    promises all the void
    will sing my name;
    if only I would stay.

  • The breach

    Hide and seek is the game
    we play, alternating
    parts, clinging to walls
    just beyond reach.
    Who can live with me?
    he says, mocking.
    Come out. Come out.
    He says hands on head,
    to your knees. He says
    shout, then says die.
    He gives the lie to
    harmless thoughts,
    then settles down
    in the dark house,
    corrupt little animal
    gnawing at the heart
    and baring teeth
    that cut up memory.
    Sleeping and dreaming
    he’s more alive,
    feeds on each hurting
    image, gorged and lying
    safe beyond the breach.

  • Egg

    Something about them
    is difficult to touch
    with their bloody insides
    awesome and fragile

    treat lovers delicately

    their skin is strong
    but thin
    as they move from room to room
    with their soft soft edges
    like shadows
    and internal affairs of eggs

    that at the slightest jolt
    display their dark insides
    rich with confusion