Summer's Prequel Requiem

The liquored gush sets into your blood-stream,
Black fountain-spew, cold as the nitrogen slush.
The feet dash like a congregation with a will;
A wanting socialite. Cheese-grated eyes,
Grate your words against the edge of my horror-show slide.

They say Respectable, but am I able to respect you? �"
Crater chin, dimpled evil and sheds my tongue,
Greenhouse, toxic, forlorn affair. Four eyes, you should’ve seen.
Raconteur, your ribcage gilded by the exhaust-line �"
Your father, streamed his teeth down from your heart.

Horizontal axis gloat, a foxtrot for the act I sought.
A loveless wedding for the finger you bit down on,
Dislocated, disembowelled, may as well
Lobotomise the head you grew into my garden,
Mistress, missed you, for she was not at all.

I would have kissed you. I would have been
So beautiful for you. Society would do no less,
Throw you to the elements, Nobility watch you burn.
I’d lend you a charge or two, carry away your burdens,
Watch you thrive, darling song-bird. All the evil you do

Is a love-bite on my eye-lid; grinding down on my retina,
Soon, everything will be green, I will see ogres pale
In the backlash of the heat sky, your finger is still
A slash I watch compose two fragments: you and me,
But still, yours, you, like you and me.

I would survive on the thrift of your nothingness.
I could have been lifted up by the spin of your lore;
Fifteen years earlier, striding shameless to the street,
Buckling beneath mechanic shrimps and shriek,
The shock carried you on, walking dead, darling dead:

The fireside whispers catch wind of your folklore romanticism,
The girl who once bred her own, now a placement
To be with yours: they seek the glorified crescendo,
Glass magnification, rip torrents into the logic;
Respect your position, respect me my love.