Poem -

Spinning naked-- above the naked me

Stripping alone in whisky flayed rooms
a sobbing mirror conversationĀ 
Ā sitting on sharp razor stairs- i see yesterdays memories trying to escape
lipstick crawls across the words wrongly speltĀ 
kissed and overheard
scattered pieces ,numbers,dates, meaningless mistakes
Hades blessed then blamed
each item discarded into the dreaming air
bursting against drowning flame
another lovers body lentĀ  but never found

Stripped nakedĀ 
hung from a Angels stone breast
i spin in unseen or followed shadow
on the ocean raging floor
piece in peace -Ā 
i lay asleep watching me spin
King of all the kingsĀ 
Queen of every Queen
this torturer ive become
licking everything the normal call obscene

whats left to strip
but this flesh keeping me in
oh how that nagging sagging sin
collected me in a glass empty jar
dripping from my Angel hook
spinning leaving tiny crimson kingdomsĀ 
on the naked meĀ 
asleep on that bed of stolen crowns

Now nothing is left
just a space where my dream was kept
on the floor naked in a stream of sun
is that other man
me

King of Kings
Queen of Queens
a naked little creature
a naked little me

Ā 

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