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Is it murder

for Jasmine Fiore and Ryan Jenkins

What is murder

This is a very interesting poem to write

And to consider

I am coming from the devil

Living in the devil’s house

Eating of the devil’s food

Am I devil?

No

Large

Grey and red bird

Holy symmetrical

As in Asher

As in the book where it all started

What was evil?

I loved

And I loved truly

Yes

When I said I loved one

I loved another

When I said I was empty

I was indeed full

Take this bird

Large, green, itching my skin

To hold

Feathers that are liquid mice

At my touch

And eyes that are small round

Dragons

Take this room upon me

What is the purple motel

Where the bird lives?

That is the Thunderbird Motel

You go there on a plane

And land in a crash upon the pavement

And then you enter

And we die there again and again

When I am sitting on

This chair

I am staring at his dead body

From here

Writers make workshops

Artists make hell

To live in

I make hell to live in

I make hell

I make hell

Where it already is

In this poem

Long ago, when I loved a woman

Her name was Christine

She was blond

And in Canada

No

Long Ago I made this poem

And then you read it

And then I ate it

Word ectoplasm

Fiery meat that is liquid

Meat

Liquefied bites

Of meat that is your own

Was it the great murderer

Who made a man

Eat his own brain?

No

That man was not the best

I pour cinnamon into the

Ashes

Are you surprised when it all

Burns down

If I were not the

Devil would you

Not think I was evil

Either?

You are evil, Brother Red

The Snake is evil

All I want

In this life

Is for the Snake to

Leave me Alone

No

All I want in this Life

Is For the Words to leave me

Alone

I eat and eat them

And they become me

And you will never know

How much they are me

And when you peel my skin

Off me and

Take out my teeth

You will not see words

You will see fractals

That spell out letters

That spell out the words

Negative and Positive

Great Bird

Why do you leave me here on this earth?

I want to soar above clouds

Just today I saw a jet stream

And knew it was your yellow tail

I hear the rumble

Of your lightning tail

I see the symmetrical face

Of a great many lions

What half of their face is

Evil

And what half is

Good

Yes

It works

That way

No

It is The Doctrine of

The Similar

Which states that because

I am the same as you

I am both just as good and

Just as evil

Evil or

Good Bird

And

Red Brother

I am neither

Blue Sister

Nor the Absence

Of Fate

So what

So what

I was born into this life

And what a hell it was

To find me

Hanging

A dead

And living man

Meant to plow

Through all eternity

With no tool or

Force

Only my woman

Body

Meant to Die Again

And Again