TRICK CANDLES - or. draft: 1-2Aug 2004 & fin rev.: 11Jul

crying blood
like some scarlet Madonna
who once held my heart
when it still beat in my chest

doomsday pale
gums blazing
w/ a scissor kick
–what a fitting fetish–
the one redrum sister i couldn’t
chase away for good
back from seasons away
spent on dollhouse hauntings
come to rewrite the irreparable wrong
of an unrepentant coma splice
as if drawn from the warped humor
of a psychotic playwright
while Isaac lay lifeless
on the desecrated altar

almost a crime
my failing vision
filtered thru a black prism
as i --adoring groom–
sit w/ a bouquet of razorblade roses
whose petals rust in my lap
symbiotic parasites
thriving off each others’
self-fulfilling guardian cancer
my ears ring
late into the small hours
from the lingering echoes
of the lunatic song
she howls to the last syllable
a hellish chorus
which becomes
the soundtrack of my daylight nightmares

so --monster to monster–
i lower her collar
exposing the gallows’ handiwork
and kiss her disease
to awaken Andromeda
loosing her chains forever
thus freeing her from
the paralysis of myth