Poem: A Decaying God

a decaying god

explores what he once

desired. he wakes a ghost

— a liquid-colored eye –

that never remembers

the growl of grass

on an autumn eve, when

even bugs breathe a lip rhythm

on an iced flower.

 

 

smoke works.

 

 

the night bleeds sex — an

eternal candy —

and, and air, and —

 

kiss her here. that window

haunts a sacred self.

2 responses to “Poem: A Decaying God

  1. This is deep, rich and reminiscent. Very nice.

  2. Thanks for the comment! I hadn’t read the poem for a long time, and rereading it now, I like it — though I might end it after “iced flower.”

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