Literature
sweet naked hell
hell must be like this.
flies licking ecstasy from blood oases.
laying their eggs in tiny living rooms.
the desert is a sprawling hibernation.
a naked, arid body which never ends.
the reptile's silent condemnation.
stretching skin, an ocean of hair.
she licks him and he begins to rise.
red and parched, crying for star-milk.
stolen bullets, barrelful of whispers.
severity punctuates a dead clock-face.
bristles puncture skin, eyes overflow.
sad song, the mad hint of a lullaby.
patient vultures circle high overhead.
they take pieces of the sun as they pass.
somewhere a cave echoes things unsaid.
water hides in the bellies of drea