Oh, the rapid freedom a man with generous numbers brings.
She thought this would increase her sanity.
The ability to waltz from one world to the next,
saving children from their shabby parents
and rewriting the Christian text:
she thought this would increase her humanity.

As she floated through the space mobile hotels,
the grim reaping laps of fine threaded pants
and the ubiquitous labor of maintaining an establishment,
she met a man with a relentless pull,
so alluring that she made out the word ‘shiva’ on his spine,
written in blue light.

Come to the other side,
the side that doesn’t collect mortals
and juveniles and religion and men.
Come where murder runs as free as ecstasy and pain,
where sensuality is the mind-set upon simple hello’s and complicated departures.
Come taste my sex and my breath and my song.
Come lose everything you thought you had had.

So she agreed,
letting out a cry which began the unbirth
(of many things… psychedelic displeasures,
space mobile hotels, fine threaded laps, etc, etc, etc)

06/03/2011

Posted on 06/03/2011
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