Washed in the House of Saint James, by James Matthew Coleman

James Matthew Coleman

Washed in the House of Saint James

I feel a surge creeping up behind me,

or maybe from inside me;

So surprise me.

I can only take so much,

before I crack a smile sweet;

Bare my teeth,

then snatch up every piece.

My back seat is full of your lashes,

and my back;

Full of your little love scratches.

—I will collect every last one of them.

I am your serial 'Other’,

gazing at an Angelic Mother,

then reaching out for my Satanic Lover.

“Angel cunt!

Let me in! Let me in!

I’m in a full blown need again!

I’m outside, alone and cold...

Let me crawl into your hole and hold!”

Lock me up!

When I pry at my face,

lock me up!

Watch your fingers like I watch mine,

see them disappear?

A vanishing act opened with a “GET OVER HERE!”

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