Poem Speak

nineteen.

Lilith let me in tonight

Among the walls of sinner sins

Pinned up in gilded frame

And Lilith wore Adam's name 

On massochistic fragile wrist

And a ribbon round her finger to remember

To forget the life-charmed fools 

And only play with

Bleeding hearts and 

See-through 

Smart-licked 

Sun walker

Sinners

My sinners me trust 

For my sinner me lust

And chain smoking by the bar

Bring the light young things to Lilith

Bring them down to wash her feet

My walkers me rush to poem speak

And antique picture book pretty speak

My sinners are fools then too 

Isn't them? Isn't me?

For loving anything

But fools are men 

And men's are fools

And mens the only thing

I see

So is me men's?

And Lilith let me in to plead

Her rise them back again

From dead weight virtue sleep