regency
do not confuse my laughter
for pain. it is only a brief
chuckle. one day they
will laugh at your ravings
too. a whipping willow tree
heavey-handed strangles me.
perhaps you misunderstand
but you cant’see. it’s growing
beneath my borrowed bed.
a bed stuffed with piercing
arrowheads. they say a queen
died comfortably here. as
regent of hell my coronation
begins. waiting for the devil
to come of age. you don’t
think i hear you breathe
behind the door. owls i
borrowed for my guards
all in the corners of the
darkness. soon i will be the
spectacle. they will stuff
me like a bear hunted by
a king, threatening, impotent.
but, no, i fear a wooden cart
will carry me to the boneyard,
dump me in a drunkard’s
grave. now your sister laughs,
waiting for her inheritance,
two coins to place upon
her handsome lover’s eyes
who loves to play the dead,
an erotic fairy tale prince,
sleeping til she awakens
him with her warm, furry
mouth. don’t walk away,
my boy. i want you by my
side. i need betrayal now.
your father’s left us all
alone. don’t mind her i
hear you say as if trying to
break the spell of a perpetual
nightmare. thank you for
leaving me alone god as if
you had a choice. willow tree
finish the deed. you’ve sapped
me dry. owls sharpen your talons.