OdiumA Poem by Dale Pavolko
My muse of swamps and black valleys
have you deserted me for ghettos and back alleys? I have suffered your exorcism and like a blood addicted mendicant I grieve to bleed with you once more. Where are you my Elvira? How I long for your charms, the crusted smear of rust that taints your tongue and makes me weak. How I crave to sleep beside your thin and withered form to feel the marble coldness of your skin. I need to feed from your sin. My muse of swamps and black valleys have you left me to the worms or consigned me to the fire. I dial 666 but you are never home. I am drinking chicken's blood and fornicating with the pigs. I made a bed of rocks and bones. I painted all the walls in shades of red. What more must I do to get you to my digs? My muse I lie mournful and alone gibbering in terror and wait for night to fall. I have an appetite for rats and it seems spiders and centipedes taste sweeter than truffles. All alone I wait my screams are muffled. Here I shall reside with tears in pale eyes my hunger is only to be part of your mocking nightmare. I shall look for your phantom form each moonrise. Mayhap tonight will bring once more the rapture of skeletal arms. © 2011 Dale Pavolko |
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Added on August 14, 2011 Last Updated on August 14, 2011 Author
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