Steel / words / 2009 / Some

Dionysus.

Where is bliss?

                Capping on your head?

                Such a diss.

Mommy and Daddy would be so proud.

                But you.              

                Make us.

                SUFFER!

Dionysus.

                Where’s your bliss?

                Tucked inside your barren mistress.

                Here I slay.

                From boot to tower.

                                Struck by.

                                Mother.

                Suckle away.

                Ungrateful wench.         

                                I see your cause.                              Unto.

                Unto.

                                Present.

                In your eyes.

I hear your waking eyes.

In your voice.

                Across the room.

                Beacons me.