Friday, February 04, 2005

Porcelain Talisman

Mäh-JoNg sitting alongside his angel Wei-Ping. Dew freeze dancing on tip-toe around frosted bench.
Collar crisp paradisiac of ether.
Touch once and you've raped perpetually.


"Will Ming Po drop her pin of conscience on the silver stream?"
"No.................shen-lung will guard her daughter............"

Crystal falling on white foam. Shoe crushing...slushing from behind.

"Father will be pleased with me tonight"
When blood spills, crimson turns everything into sweet warmth.


I touched my heart and heaven breathed into my ears.

The singing wind zinged with the force of gleaming blade. Silence screamed throughout Pangu and Mäh-JoNg sighed as his angel left his side and walked in silence to greet him again below the Sleeping Valley where he was to frolic with the emperors and gods of yore...

2 comments:

Jugular Bean said...

You been smoking opium, boy?

The Pacemaker said...

Ahiyuk, ahiyuk, flied lice you see!!!