tar & feathers

In every realm you penetrate me
                  torturously, digitally,
                            but the taste is sweet
                         and now I’m addicted_____
              cut–crumple to bruised knees
                       that’ll never heal properly
                          spite these sprites/
               & their lime green cypress trees

      I caught
                your eye
                           by accident
                         but I set fire on purpose
                               [riot – maker]
           amongst my aviary of harpy eagles
                           & great poor me ones
                         I drown in their black eyes
                   for their supposed “emptiness”
                      reminds me there’s a soul
                                     inside

              -LM