Horseshoe Bones

kiss my lips and you’ll never walk alone
she’s a self-made man after midnight
drinking cherry wine made of blood

smoking meth from the tip of god’s cock
square peg round hole classical gas
sometimes we cry peanut butter tears

wild nights in false Eden blues
wearing razor blade crowns
throwing horseshoe bones

feeling the cuts’ love upon our brow
the last things in swift retrograde
touching the sky in a life of escape

murder most foul as above so below
stories of lizards from the great room
hope I don’t fall in love with you

©2020 J.D.C.IV

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