Tiamat

it's just so hard to need you
when this Velvet Darkness
drapes it's ever loving arms
around me

this primordial chaos
I wear like a cloak
all stars for eyes
and the bodies of dead lovers
my crown

I walk the line
between smoke
from the fire you started
to the burning feeling
in the back of your throat

I am tempted daily
to let this malice
taking over my hands
clench in admiration
or violence

this is a celestial recrimination
yes I am talking down to you
and in dragon scales
and dragon breath
I huff and I puff
and I blow your house on down

the wreck
the devastation
peeled back to watch
the skin wrinkle
and ignite
signal fire to the milky way

you talk like someone
who has never been
smashed in the mouth
but I have your remedy
big as all days
twice as hard as carbon
twice as evil as love

hell, I burn the scenery
just to watch you melt
into that puddle
of unnerving need
small squeaks placating my toes
splish splash
dripping fucking need

Dragon Goddess
right here in this moment
so close
you can feel her
hot gasps on your neck

all scales
are a measure
in green iridescence
of the worth of the man
and my right over your nature

your are the snake
I am the Dragon
at war with judgement
hot and shifting
cliff to those who jump
sharp teeth to those who swallow

liar, it's so hard to need you
when I am not a saint
but the crater in the back
of your skull
take this moment
unneeded
but so fucking needy

inhale

it's too hard to need you

exhale

fire

ignite

all Velvet

and fire

and curling downward forever
shifts
and breaks all the Earth
from under your trembling feet

Bone Picker

splintered in you need

I have the remedy

I keep it under my knuckles

With my dragon scales

And eat lonely boys like foul candy

And burn 

When I just can't need you anymore

And it's just too hard to forget

Dinner Time with the Devil

those Devils show me who they love
through a forest of sharp teeth
grinning all hungry
straight at me
lip lickers them all

they tell their friends
'that bitch poet
down the road
she never told us anything
worth hearing'

'that bitch poet
had big tits
and one too many questions
we had to eat her up
and leave her wanting more'

this bitch poet
knows just what those Devils
are saying
their harsh whispers
carry on the stale night air

hush hush you fuckers
I hate the daylight
and curse the sun every morning
when those Devils
settle into their beds with their new lovers

this bitch poet
has opened her mouth
and let a crucible
of carrion
fall at their feet in the name of fun

this bitch poet
stayed up all night
lamenting big trucks
barreling down the alleyway
when the drugs had worn off

this bitch poet
this Wicked Witch of East Van
this worst kind of heaven
this ghost with green eyes
this mountain of a woman

she knows just how to cut
right under the ribs
straight in a shower of blood
and nightly dreams
of just the best way to kill them

this bitch
pulled the moon down for you
and choked you on it
rammed it down your throat
dancing to the gurgling

this bitch
is a tower to that dark Goddess
and hates you
you Devil you
with all her little black heart

and she hopes you die tonight
before that warrior sun
kills all her dreams
because this bitch poet down the road
just wants to go to bed

and forget any of this ever happened