Cutter's Moon

Bleak landscape, washed by the bright full moon.
Firesight, blind in searching out to far reaches.
Likened wave standing, yet shimmering close
within bodyspace, within adoration distance.

freeshame idea certainly deserving
rhyme, demanding tundra certainty.

More or less fear-free, cunning and twisted by water,
Searing to find limits of burning, of destroyer’s love.
Voluptuously riding writing, mindful oblivion expressed
word word, line line, time time; lextortion vocation.

bane tauma, clickecting contation,
little miss destructo, towering inverso.

Martyred verse, spoken with injury by maddening poets,
Metered in Hell, cadenced by stripped gears grinding.
This, then, is the gift of a holy editor,
worshipping by the light of the Cutter’s Moon.

January 25, 2005
© 2005, wordlackey