the king

my brother david
shines
what ails thee
so wicked
yet complacent to be
a slave
to his byronic vision

i here in shadow
wish myself, my own brother
david,to be
shining singing and obscene
i need my dad and my chains
i need lovers to bleed
that which receded
and has all gone to cedar forests
grinning clear
an ocean morning
a sun to see
i over on earth
have a new love
milton new eyes
new air to breathe

abyss to search
new revelry

i wish a wave
a burning fiery
david
because
he is
my heroine!