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Scorpion A collaboration with Lady Labyrinth Lack of water leads to lack of life exposed beneath the Sun like blood from the tip of a Scorpion’s tail Corporal attitudes aligned in spaces battle demented servitude in spotlights stroking the sights of a symbolic death Lack of want leads a woman with her life burning, her all exposed beneath the Sun Thirsting true South, Venus Trap exotic dripping honey ripe to taste, an orchid purple like a plum there swept up in torrid heat, a wet monsoon spreads its wait Tropic of Capricorn, is the sweet Hell he worships offering the tip of a Scorpion’s tail at the alter of her Rosy Crucifixion Bullets bite into the blood spilled from the tip of the Scorpion's tail washing the pain from the spine Clots form like clouds shot from the barrel of a big black hole as time swallows the cost of life In the poverty of his mind Calvary is godless, she shows no mercy in the movement of her quake Bullets from her mouth exchanged upon his tongue sliding fingers to write words along a tight spine Tropic of Capricorn reads his fate, she held it all along The Scorpion’s tail, scorching harpsichord played by lips for want of life to seed on torn sheets, stain pages of Egyptian cotton Saving souls and graces now far too late For the true lovers, sanguine sinners in danger of being forgotten Silent sentences read, given two to Life (LadyLabyrinth/James Swartz, 2019)

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Scorpion

Scorpion A collaboration with Lady Labyrinth Lack of water leads to lack of life exposed beneath the Sun like blood from the tip of a Scorpion’s tail Corporal attitudes aligned in spaces battle demented servitude in spotlights stroking the sights of a symbolic death Lack of want leads a woman with her life burning, her all exposed beneath the Sun Thirsting true South, Venus Trap exotic dripping honey ripe to taste, an orchid purple like a plum there swept up in torrid heat, a wet monsoon spreads its wait Tropic of Capricorn, is the sweet Hell he worships offering the tip of a Scorpion’s tail at the alter of her Rosy Crucifixion Bullets bite into the blood spilled from the tip of the Scorpion's tail washing the pain from the spine Clots form like clouds shot from the barrel of a big black hole as time swallows the cost of life In the poverty of his mind Calvary is godless, she shows no mercy in the movement of her quake Bullets from her mouth exchanged upon his tongue sliding fingers to write words along a tight spine Tropic of Capricorn reads his fate, she held it all along The Scorpion’s tail, scorching harpsichord played by lips for want of life to seed on torn sheets, stain pages of Egyptian cotton Saving souls and graces now far too late For the true lovers, sanguine sinners in danger of being forgotten Silent sentences read, given two to Life (LadyLabyrinth/James Swartz, 2019)