09-28-2012, 02:55 AM
any heaven worth knowing
is accessed through blood
The road of devotion
tolled by tellers, who never see a pale face
unless to pluck their barbed flowers,
has more curves than straight-aways
but the planes, once ridden
iron the kinks out of the fabric
to single threads
each one its own dish of warm milk
each one straightened out enough
to vanish
everyday appears again
bones ache from want
blood yells outside the window
of unrequited love
a car is stolen to reacquaint
with the road
the motors fuel
registered,
and release
the carburetors open
the paradise of throttle
forgets of the scars
from barbed flowers
the road to devotion
is paved with punctured skin
the only heaven worth knowing
is accessed through blood
is accessed through blood
The road of devotion
tolled by tellers, who never see a pale face
unless to pluck their barbed flowers,
has more curves than straight-aways
but the planes, once ridden
iron the kinks out of the fabric
to single threads
each one its own dish of warm milk
each one straightened out enough
to vanish
everyday appears again
bones ache from want
blood yells outside the window
of unrequited love
a car is stolen to reacquaint
with the road
the motors fuel
registered,
and release
the carburetors open
the paradise of throttle
forgets of the scars
from barbed flowers
the road to devotion
is paved with punctured skin
the only heaven worth knowing
is accessed through blood