written by Daniel Moore
The moment Mercy spilled over me
like an unrepentant dam, there were
seismographic shifts in my lips & eyes
as the world paused beneath my feet
& she splashed on every word.
The moment Mercy spilled over me
like an unrepentant dam, there were
seismographic shifts in my lips & eyes
as the world paused beneath my feet
& she splashed on every word.
When less became more & care, corrupt,
& white existentialist bubbas with pens
bounced words through heart shaped hoops
sweating an assassin’s bullet for brains
Fascinated by your moving parts,
the life undone by a crime unsolved,
how it worships the body’s unforgivable stain,
sprawled out & spread open on a stranger’s glass.
Isn’t this why the blood’s crimson story
is able to tell the truth I can’t, or maybe I won’t?
Either way, your true confessions
lock me up in a calcium cell guarded by other’s lies.
Of course, you, darling, need no one’s permission
to make the body a hostile accomplice
at any suspicious scene. You’re turned on by
the needle’s tongue pricking my conscience to speak