Dogs Playing Poker

I’ve been filling myself up

with bits of you…

Bits and bytes

Sips and drams

Drinking you in 

with measured doses

They say that the antidote for any poison

 is to ingest it slowly

Then you're free of it

if you survive...

Like the Chinaman's version of alchemy
whirled in a Russian's roulette wheel

that kills the demon worms in you

the coiled viper wrapped in your mortality 

that anchors you to your fleshy fetishes and worldly desires .

But how do we rid ourselves of the cure?

For any invasion of viral or bacterial strain

Innoculate yourself with its dead fangs

The hair of the dog that bit you

But what if what ails you is all feathery-winged

with silk spun angel hair and cherubic visage

Who proffers you his cup of light

with lyrical ecstasy 

as each wingstroke

makes love against
a stretched canvas of infinite sky
painting your soul with his words.

What then?

Better to have a mangy
hellhound with rabid lusty jaw

slavering at the sight of your sun
than fall in love with a son of Heaven

An angel doesn't make love...
It is love,
Right?

You'd shoot a rabid dog,
to protect yourself
but it's a sin to kill a mockingbird
even in the postbellum cerebellum chambers
of a woman wronged and burnt
by a seminal vesicle
like the sun

Your sun

I whispered back to your sun
when he came a callin' this merry morn
to deliver his message from you.

He kept his secrets very well
for such a minor star
in this arm of such
an insignificant spiral galaxy...

when he whispered
there were violets on his breath,
it scented the air so voluptuously, I nearly fainted.

Ahhh... you
With your fractured fractal fairy tales
and Ragnarok myth
made me realize why
men are sometimes referred to as dogs...

Good Old Skoll,
that devious sky wolf,
was destined to finally catch that silly sexy Sun
in his lascivious jaws & swallow it whole at the Norse apocalypse,
but the Sun thwarted him...

Of course,
if I were the Sun
& you were the Skoll...
well...
I'm afraid I'd be tempted
to let the earth be pitched in eternal darkness
rather than resist you...

I hope that isn't true,
but one can never be sure...
"That's why they play the game".

But I'm a lousy poker player.