Thursday, April 2, 2015

2/30 2015


Adorn us in thrift-store leather,
in Botanica saints and hieroglyphs
in heavy metal gift shop tee shirts
in such Sigils as we have wrought,
in black robes and bedsheets
in crowns of thornwood,
in upside-down cross earrings
and pentacles on black shoelace
in wax and oil, in shaven heads
and headbanging hair.

I will clothe me in the armor of the Most High

Wrap us in arrogance
in heads filed with mysteries
with alien architects and dime bags
gird us in the enlightenment of
paperback magick and blotter acid epiphanies
in the shoplifted tarot,

the black candle basements.

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