lurking in the glow

for angeliki

one part dust

one part mud

fill with shadow 

flood

with lust 

for stolen flesh

and language 

grow into a powerful thirst 

a gloomy gluttony 

no more or less holier 

than thou

than the horizon

the seam of night 

earth’s largest shadow 

suffocates starlight

from reaching

the monstered ocean

in our scavenging hearts

fare forward 

with little choice

besides the getaway

drop      atop 

a halo 

so when you find

that rare

angel in space

self-jettison into  

her radiance

lurk in her glow 

chronic chthonic disorder 

I take it on the lam with charon 

crypsis on the river styx

loose lips sink dinghies

lord knows that's always

been my achilles’ spiel 

gagged with a bribe

this gold holds frost 

as well as the darkness of depths

can't lay lower than the underworld

an old soul in the oldest hole

where telling is the only escape from toiling

prisoners always got something to say

just wait even silent ones out

we all get here the same way

passion and a lack of control

a lengthy stroll downriver

searching for what we lost

past the past past the marsh

swallowing each step 

with more muddy hunger

our crab traps are broken

so you pull up the neighbors’

when they’re not looking

who wants the claws

when you can eat the tails in hell?

it's the smell really that brings me back

and the hordes of people filing

filling their flesh with last pleasures

more a sight for sucking everything in

than even a fish market

or a race track

more viral than live

a catabasis clap back

the most gruesome of getaways

it’s a wish awash 

a virtual burial rite

for those that don't ever want to see

past tonight