Requiem sharks, vampire for nouns,

and tiger tail's clippings fire guard

against the diseased tabloid-

 

eyeball. Death to deceit

but sneak a peek

at a casket fully scripted.

 

Toss the earth with cats,

praying nine times last,

and eating gas as a heroine before.

 

Slipping pills, thats what they are,

to fall and place your hands

in the star born in diaries.

 

Taste it serendipitally,

covet convent dangerously,

no going back, just make sure

 

and read some more.

This seduction seethes

like crosswords under sleeves

 

and a bitten cheek

echoes in this sentence -

He doesn't know you.

 

You, Angel of Suicide

or maybe boredom,

maybe shyness. Anchors fume.