Locust Breath - Vainglory

pazuzu kiss, lips locked
 
venemous acidic tongues
 
entwined, betwixt the veil
 
of synonym and I.
 
 
reagan, teagan, who am I?
 
 
incubus, succubus
 
visiting night after long
 
night
 
 
deprive you 
of life-force,
 
inbred swine.
 
aforeafter, a lifelong
 contempt
 of female flesh.......
 
 
'i' have pulled
 
asunder
 
 
....thunder
 
 
envisioning a street 
priestess,
 
 
baphomet head
 
paltry ptosis breasts
 
livid, scarred.
 
or, better yet
 
 
a prophetic shamaness
 
warrior poet, roaring in the fields 
 
of Aceldama, Golgotha, or Gethsemane?
 
no.
 
 
Gedarenes.
 
 
Amongst the rotting roots and stones,
oblivious to the arsenic scent
of acrid semen,
 
holding the head of Jessica,
the pagen tagen.
 
 
is that what I wish?
 
 
no.
 
i am free.
my will to make,
my oath to take.
 
 
To God, to sky,
to blackened Opus.