bloody ghazal

there is nothing more that i can say for myself,

except that i am drunk with a mouth full of blood

the earth quakes when i weep for them,

tethered to their cries, mouths full of blood

so much yearning. there is an inconceivable hill to climb

before i am within your bite, mouth full of blood

honey wet, chili warm, salt of the saliva, and

hungry enough to pierce the tongue, mouth full of blood

a fighter’s gait in the ring, skipping sleepily to the corner

vaseline isn’t enough for the icarian young man, his mouth full of blood

caught the cow jumping over the moon, lightning strikes the child

bereft, swallow your innocence, mouth full of blood

son of nyx meets daughter of tethys, there is a possibility

that they collide on impact, mouths full of blood

i write and i write of desire to no avail

and now my laptop is dying, mouth full of blood

the lavender syrup bleeds into the scotch, avoid the chipped glass,

this is why i drink straight from the bottle, mouth full of blood

i must convene with my dear friend the bullhead,

never mind how battered, its mouth full of blood