a disturbed vulva opens the Vulgate
with sympathy for the divine who also hungers
it's lonely at the top
with sidewinders sidling up to you
not knowing what to believe
power is better than any drug
many would sell their soul for a taste of it
people believe Hollywood is Luce’s favored place
while I know it’s the political pit, he loves
handing down laws for the earth
when he only comes here to play
his presence is spellbinding his humor intoxicating
such a charming being
things aren’t always what they seem, I don’t look for a scapegoat
only to understand, to elevate my mind
sigh to kiss the sky
my spirit breathes outside the atmosphere
hell is where I go to blow off steam
with the knowledge all energy goes somewhere
when I make a ripple a wave is coming
aftershocks percussing me in the skull
does not even the reaper take a piece of each soul with him
the pyre burns bright
and we writhe not knowing where the stink is coming from
asphixating on our own babble
your poetry goes from strength to strength, depth to depth, heart to heart, girl. HJ Furl xx
hello lovely poet thank you for such a beautiful comment that moved me deeply ❤️