Myssouri Terrible Love
Am I the last true and right man?
I got a wild and calamitous terrible love!
Terrible love!
The jerkeyed heart of the white man!
Whose true existence is conjectural,
terrible love!
Terrible love!
In the infernal feral vision, man,
within the fire’s eye!
The molten comfort of your prison, man,
your prison is the sky!
There’s a holy black electric bloody calm
judicial course that gives the sickness
of the sickle slung a smiling remorse!
Like Old Clooty on a boothill,
I’m at apportioning shares of terrible love! Terrible
love!
It’s blood booty for your moot will!
Line in the sand and contraband terrible love! Terrible
love!
Love for the paralyzed grin of your mute duress!
Love for the fossilized twin in your uterus!
Love will accomodate your kin
as your incest must meet the calcified sins
of your ancestors!
The world careens upon its axis!
Befouling space with insatiable, terrible love!
Terrible love!
And at the helm I am the praxis,
woven through the fabric of our tragic,
interminable blood!
