a – Dcid Corvid

Teenage Love?

Teenage love?
I remember it,
Sucking face to The Cure.
Grinding on my cock to the rhythm of Jumping Someone Else’s Train.

That was a good night.
God, she was a freak.
Don’t miss her for a second.

In a Station of the Metro by Ezra Pound

“The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
Petals on a wet, black bough.”

My Response

A tree alone; carved with initials of love;
A warrior wounded, still stands.

Classical references expound upon
My broken lines
Of law enforcement evasion,
And self-actualization.

Shadows shift
In this complex reality
Of the moment.

I fear for continuity,
Long for non-sequitur.
Acting as a Ratatoskr,
Shifty eyes and all.

But a fire is burning behind
These icy eyes,
Tended by blind rage.

Lord, allow me to grow to be
Your Azazel.
Father, let me die
An honored Death

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