Waif and Pardoner
Two babels in arms
I, Shiva, in her winds
Twitch like a cur-tongue
The last twitch, flickers of desire
The trysts and turns
The burden of the body bodes
Of sin new and vain tangle
Of sole trades for slave salve
A Medean archetypecaste
Combing a serpent's coils
Six slit cysts
On its wrists
Finds fractured footholds
And climbed up my spine
Kick ensnared
Grown from gravedirt
A deimondess
Flips faces like a coin
Umbilically wound wound-wise
Noosed, lowered then loosed
Waxed and waning, a lunatic skull
Syllables of name
Drop like stones
From the mouth
Waxed and waning, a lunatic skull
Its tidal pulls of uterine brine3
Kalipha Kaligulant
A man's true blood
Sixual demiurge
God in four letters
God in four letters