Leave it to you the
You and I and we.
I give good as one can tender
I’m
like thorn.
Vulgar
thing cotton to.
Hatred
is heavy on your breast.
Thunder
afar and lightning.
The desperate swept up.
I’m
six corners.
This urban teeming
I
raise alarm.
Let
her tell it scared to death.
She’s
through the narrows
where they condemned.
These night
constant fete.
I
sew alarm.
In
the grips terror.
Days and hours
till sated.
His sinister compelling
in its origins.
Out for blood.
Blood
on the table.
Blood on the walls.
Speaks to weakness comrade.
It’s when she bends as if she talent.
Power
corrupts full force.
Come out when thirst will drive
Devil
to account.
One thing to another.
Reimagined
the all day rain.
The
cast about you immense.
The zenith in the throes.
There will be blood.
Is
tacit from the cards.
Master
bed and head back, spine.
Guise
She follow me from Panama
In
the guise of a woman
I
did not recognize.
In this guise, than her famous form: Black Jaguar.
Taken
aback by her arrival.
I
am not dressed for guests.
Before
revealing herself.
She takes on the whim
Whose
skin she’s in.
Over
the Caribbean pursued.
The
Dominican Republic.
Port
Royal.
I am someone heard
word of mouth.
Bring
out your zeal.
When
it come to the flesh, yes?
Make
a woman feel joi de vivre, yes?
Having
seen it done through the eyes
Of
every woman she was
before
her cover is blown.
In the midst of it
a knowing moan.
I know again,
it is time to run.
Matters not I am
Mad Hatter.
And pursuits end
the hunter, hunted.
