The Map -Maker….

Far above the clouds….

With shoulders straddling the valley of the sasquatch fires…

With tracers shining out the latitudes of fate..

Sits the map-maker of oblivions….

Ready to etch out…

The silver destiny…

Of oh so forgotten …

Whispers of lust…

Far away in the nether constellations…

Where flesh turns into stars inconspicuous

And skin dreams purple…

With the excitement of supernatural whims…

Strives the map maker of consequences…

Ready to paint out….

The craven cries trapped ..

Within the pink lips of…

Bland finity…

Far into the deep caves of insanity…

Where the minotaur roasts on virgin vigils…

And miracles turn dark…

With the luscious blood of insolent memories…

Reasons the map maker of chaotic kisses…

Rose to rose…

Necrosis to necrosis…

Feasting on the infantile hearts..

Of the still wanting…

Figuring out the logic…

Of broken identities…

And chastened sins……

Now this Mapmaker is quite snobbish….

In her arrogance..

She refuses to entertain the

Hapless spirit of the devil..

Churlish and Contentious

Superlative and pretentious…

She wants all the good things…

Only diamonds and sacrifices…

No cobalt or surprise gifts…

But i ask her this…

No strings attached….

No conditions kept..

No time limits given…

That why is she after refined profanities…

When honesty screams through her nerves…

Reaching the very mesh-pit of her vengeful memories…

Trying to entice the long claws of her redemption…

To come and devour me…

Cut me out with her sharp mandibles of corrupt

Filthy carnal desires….

And eat out my beating heart…

Wrapped in veins and bloodied ruby…

With the toxins of immortal fantasies…

And torture me…

Skin to skin…

Pulse to pulse…

So that my soul journeys far into..

The crabby mystique of voluptuous temerities..

Where there is no longer any dichotomy between the

Insanious and the much applauded sanity…

Please give a reply to my queries…

Tears flood out like that jealous tsunami…

Broke upon by the exiled fairies…

As i write this..

With  the dried platelets..

Of my drunk tourniquets…

Please with due time…

And the convenience of the rocks …

Answer my entreaty…

Otherwise set me free..

Amongst the maggots…

So that i can gnaw deep …

Into the very roots…

Of hateful..

Religious..

Ethical…

Virtuous…

Normalcy……

As my rudderless…

Crewless…

Sexless…

Sanctified…

Crucified …..

Petrified…

Stillified..

Wilting ship…

Rumbles through…

The motherless…

Brutality of numb reality…

Say something Oh Mapmaker…

The secret love..

And the last wish..

Of Mary Magdalene…

My thoughts...