on the backcourt where I shoot my faith in her
between her wings breaking on the hard pavement
in her broken paradise where I rest under her sun
like a dead man following her trail of pellets

when she prays for my sacrifice
the hands in my spinning clock wind down
stopping only when I love
and starting again when she sheds her spirit
asking again for my birth
while the dead coins roll
down a hill underneath my stoned earth
until the the ground is bare except for a harlot ghost
wandering in my angel who possesses my eyes
she takes herself in my slideshow dream
pulling me to the walls of mirrors
where I run into myself
not knowing who paid for her rain
to wash the blood in my soul

I inhale her like a smoke
tasting the bitterness of her humanity
where she turns the desires of men
into a corner of lizard passion
the shaking bones of my tail
break off in her animal's mouth
while her dead eternity
moves under my three moons

one shines in light
making the day one of smiling delusions
it is the moon of too much light
where the light is the same as darkness
and the stone letters of my madness
are thrown at the angel's head

the second moon is behind my mind
where the light sheds to the outside life
I pace until my mind stops
and all I see is a cloud shaped like wings
above nothing
I jump into the cloud
and enter it until my skin is stolen
the cloud pushes a meadow in my winter bones
and in my pained paradise
she scrapes my residue
in my desperate human need

the third moon turns into a sun
as I try to hide in solitary confinement
but as soon as she swallows me in her swinging cage
the doors open as I hang to close to a corrupt divine
woman
while her teeth bite god
his blood she drinks and pours
over my eyes

Jim my sweets
Wow!!!! Amazing writng ur doing that more and more and Im glad to see it on here

wow beautiful nice ~Alanna