Renaissance-Heart

Roll up, roll up Roll up and see the newest member of midnight's menagerie A bountiful beauty phantasm fair death-shroud skin and hyacinth hair Languorous lips southern fried tone Never Never eyes Blood rose cheekbone Listen up, listen up Listen up and hear Her siren lament of days dark and dear A sensual song Phantasm fine death-cry cadence From mouse-bone shrine Threnody thrills of morbid malaise Canine chorus of Zodiac days Look up, look up Look up and see The newest shadow in mind's tragedy A surreal part written on rhyme circuitous script composed real-time A part she played in the playwright's head but rejected in real the director's shared bed "Our values are twain" the ghost quothed shivering in sorrow lamentation loathed The ghost girl gone but her ghost lingers on in psychic theatre a spectral love spawn Roll up, roll up Roll up and see the freshest phantom of our sad jubilee

For a second it was there a tongue searching the gap where a tooth once lived tasting an absence a hole a void an ache a mistake the tongue a dumb muscle defined by what isn't there a numb flap of flesh meant for taste it is tasteless meant for speech it is speechless meant for saying i miss you but the tooth is gone and cannot hear anyway lost and will not grow back or be replaced but the tongue with no memory cannot forget as it searches it says i miss you An itch where a limb once scratched Tingling from underuse from neglect from atrophy under the careful guise of boundary and respect of love forever present, but Ignored Now fire ant pricks up and down the skin setting fires burning inside out Reminding that it isn't there and never will be again a hand reaches out to rub the skin but passes through the ghost that isn't there haunting the cobwebbed corners of pointless longing saying i miss you The ghost cannot hear and cannot see the pain and the loss the moment to

The moving middle finger writes and having writ the finger takes flight on Airforce One till its out of sight into the stark and never-ending night leaving us in the dark and we can't see are we in this night eternally if the sun decides to turn and flee if we are blind then can we be free the writing is on the twitter account but we won't believe the bitter amount of racism, sexism, and as it starts to mount and the building and unyielding body count leaving us in the stink of massive graves as COVID drowns us in massing waves those that can see hide in their caves 'cause their fear of fear has made them slaves The writing is on the god damned wall and if you can't read the screaming scrawl it means you just don't want to read at all as pride fucks with you right before you fall Leaving you in the same hole as the rest you bare your teeth and beat your chest never once these words have you addressed you'll be buried beside your precious war chest It has been written and it