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Click here Trickling slowly
at first,
like the monsoon
we gather.
growing desperately
like the churning
clouds over land,
the heat of the human flesh
calls us down into hecatombe.
Holy water
tarnished
with the blood
of unwitting
human sacrifice.
WHO is this GOD,
that maims and destroys?!?!?!?!
in order to salvage our
tortured drowning souls?!?!?!?
My mind's eye
flies
disturbed
by the owerpowering
scent,
of womanhood.
it permeates the night.
the prey
so close
to the fangs.......
So far from my promised land.
like a manic depressive's
insomnia
images of
heaven
and
hell
flash past my closed eyelids.
as the night progresses
hips beats
inundate the arena
the maelstrom
growing in its feeding frenzy.
Bacchus,
spills his nectars over my human canvas,
blessing them with his laughter,
causing my ink to run
down to your vagina.
Forlorn and apart
a Valkirya
drifts by in a daze.
RINPA 08/15/97