Black veiled honey

are you drowning in the same honeyed darkness that preceded me

does Death wear an invisible halo?

Have you come for me, not for my hour of death, but to whisper secrets behind my shadow?

The combs that burst in the red-corn, sweating leaves, fresh yellow summer

Spilled all its life on my shoulders

Black veiled honey, my unbottled, nature wine

I can’t move; I can’t breathe: I’m grounded by the hypnotizing drop

My world isn’t tilting forward

It has always been tilted, askew, plainly insane

Simply frantic, I live like a terror that cannot be tamed

Yet there is no fame for this type of insanity

Sheltered under black veiled honey

Sheltered by black & blue teases that left me long ago

Sheltered by false fruits

That I made myself

Sinking into honey dewed, crunchy, fervent, wild sickness

I eat red meat as I was a wolf

And elf as Jane Eyre,

Emerging from the tilt to dine upon humanities spoils

My mother and father

forgetting the alcoholic, beaten path

deigning to choke on forgiveness

Do you think you know me?

You’ll never fucking know me

You’ve choked me until I can’t find my last breath

You have beaten me blue, purple, new shades of corpse

But you couldn’t kill the one thing you needed to get me really dead

You can read every single line that I’ve written

Eat shit, eat shit, eat shit

I literally had that taste on my taste buds so long, I thought it was my anatomy

Since you know poetry so damn well even though you despise art

Here it is, the drop, the curtain falling, the White Swan sinking

The Black Swan deepening

It’s

Black honeyed halo

Frankenstein vato

Churlish fantasies that only serve you no good.

The thesis of the drop

How would you escape being with yourself? How would you leave yourself when you are cornered?

How would you leave with a

Sacrifice to be emboldened by poverty

The answer is