[[miiah]]

swarthy blue skin, third eyes, demonic heads, multiple hands - fingers that can count till the moon, prophets, shamans, madmen, snake-charmers, radiant buffaloes - my land has all of these things & more

in a land where the Gods Themselves be dancers what then can be said about the people, flailing arms and girdles both - pelvic and pectoral, thrusting and twirling, swaying and sashaying.

The oldest whore, the most interesting bore,
the learned prostitute and the dickhead,
i've had them all, yes, at one time or
all at once
i cease to remember (for)
other thoughts seize me



"the truth is forbidden and my lies will not salve you"
but
what was your question?


what did you once ask me
was it about spades & hearts
toad-blooded darts
light shafts piercing my barren broken flesh
they've cut me up from the inside
into shards of mirroring glitter


your breath escaping our kisses
that's all i remember
you still linger on my tongue
that too is all i remember
for now [stop]


but the feel of our skin
i'm loosing that [pause]- numbness (you bastard) wins heroically
go bash the cymbals
anoint his head in purple symbols of a warrior victorious


my glorious blood stays red for you
tomorrow it go blue
[slowly] i've lost, [slower] i'm lost
[pause]
[observe silence, even]

behead me
(or)
give me head
it don't matter now
I'm already dead

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photocredit: Addie