Moon

1
Take this blood please,
please take this blood.
She gives a reminice to
a favorable duck and
a pocket full of ones.
Wild scabs traverse
her bones soak in the sink,
beds fill this mind
with heat, with piss,
with candor...with blood.

Sweat steeps slow
Miss Snake,
Miss...Loathing Snake
She eats my eyes and
drinks my blood, please,
take this blood.

2
I dreamt of bugs
and I killed them.
Smashing their pathetic, black
bodies into the floor.
The would have
made a good meal
but I didn't think of that
at the time
All I could think was
the gush
between my legs at the sounds
of death.