Bestowing Her Grace
You’re lucky I’m so fucking evolved
or you would be dead by now

My well-mannered cultured well-bred
Lady
would not risk the scandal

of having the town stumble over your
rotted dismembered body
in the garage freezer

That’s what the dragon me wants
To wreak havoc on your ordered world

To undo that princely reflection
To crumble your foundations

And burn off your too cool
Façade
Down to its bones

That’s what daughter Heart wants
to seduce the universe with dance
with the next love    next experience

His Many Bloody Ends
How many revenge plots have I hatched
Drew into life through tortured pain
 
How many times have I hacked him to death
Drowned him
Pulled his heart out and stomped it
 
Had him drawn and quartered
Hung him from a dead tree
And watched him twitch into oblivion
 
Regretting that he ever hurt me
 
I published all his dirty secrets
Turned all his admirers into enemies
Made him lose everything he respected
 
Ran him out of town in shame and disgrace
and then ran him over with my car
 
Pushed him into a burning building
Killed everyone he loved
Even our children
 
Not loving me meant he would never love again
Dead men don’t have girlfriends
 
Let his meaningless life pour out onto the ground
He will never breathe joy again
 
Know that with me
His heartlessness ends

ANGER
The smell of anger
Hot and humid
as the storm breaks
moves and bellows through the atmosphere

Blood is in this anger’s scent
in the anger’s trail
the wake of all the unexpressed rage
in her in him in the life of the universe itself
Mother and God and all the sons and daughters

The rage fire jumps and starts new trails
singeing those who dare too close

The sound of anger
low and pulsing
it releases the thaw of terror
Terror’s ancient glacier is awakened
creaky and slow warms to movement with desire
Anger opened desire
Thank you for the smell of anger