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the
halcyon speech of Hades and his pomegranate palladium
somewhere
between Friday night
and
Saturday morning
he
says, she repeated on me
her
stiletto pierced seeds
were
bleeding seams
into
each memory of mine
each
vignette, each dream
each
want that burns my throat
in
the smoky grain
of
the black and white film
the
silence of color
needing
direction fits
between
the actors on the set
and
the pantomime music
of
a rolling piano’s
calligraphic
words
the
scenes change
they
indicate
the
changing pitch
and
tone of the score
peepshow
pinhole cameras
hands
and arms held tight
he
says come ride with me
and
lets cut to the chase
and
drive destiny
so
please, wear the pelts
I
dance for you with
Oh
Persephone how is it
you are all that I want
under
the guise
of
my abandoned morality
how
is it every time desire
is
born in the dark of my soul
with
a shadowy rise
you
begin to cut out
all
the superfluous parts
of
the flicker light
on
the movie screen
just
so you can see my eyes
are
locked into yours
as
a lover’s might be
EJR
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