QUEEN OF SINKING SAND
stone of my crown carries me down
sandy depths love / loyalty
my eyes fastened to the promise
above the angry roar of wind
he is there. she is there
how long, exorcism?
my head on plaid clad pillows
yellow roses dying/ drying in rush of heat-gas
the dead man on bass guitar-a prophet
no. i do not want to stay young forever
his hand in mine tightly clasps
needy fingers. he is slipping fast. i can't hold on
the plunge into her womb/ mouth
suicide by angel dust illusion
throat. fire
vision: her running out in front of the car
headlights, scream of brakes. curses
of the shaken dri ver
her plea for help choked in exhaust
please let
go
of me
i see him/ profuse beard and
eye and black flesh-hoodoo of street wisdom
conjure of pool hustle
my heart thump-thump
"to your knees bitch!"
and i fall. rug burns and
mouth open to receive the scepter
