Sepulchral
Iconoclastic
speaking to the queen
keen to venture
understandably nobody
the endorphin rush
is rudimentary
I slouch against bricks
unvarnished first take
no exterior motivations
at the behest I don’t appeal
largely ignored mastering
relative to what is heard
caveats aside let’s be extraordinary
a jagged sense of humor
part of the growth spectrum
inoculated abstract thuggish
my flamboyance is universal
a lack of ornamentation
in step with keeping
At the Bequest
Inquisitor
evil beautifica lay me down
tauntingly until I’m relax sacred
make it sting and burn
flush it in and out give me more
bring me to absolute elsewhere
be as hard as you need
I know you know I’m known
give me your best best
it hurts so good I won’t give up
really, like that, okay
you wear me out as I do you
what’s going on
I see colors and mixing faces
you bite me and spit
blood into my face
I laugh and do it to you too