Jezebel's Son

Scripted Euphuism and "I decrees" High school dropout~ six degrees. the slight deviation of parted lips laced with lipstick tasting temptation trailing off on collars painting necks and sensitive subjects the way LSD creates psychedelic sightings I feel feelings all over me. Snapping fingers trying to remember a word, what word, what word -what word? Her kiss created jazz, Ignited Ursa Minor reflecting light off the moon and like a wolf I wanted to consume the morsels she laid along a hallway to the bedroom door. Hearts race dive in disaster. she controls my commander's override and squeezes the trigger, ever so gently a fatted calf slit viewed through smoke. an Iraqi baking bread before prayer Crosses adorn mosques. Sniper's scope, a throat, gulp. In blood I wrote: heaven must'n have means to erect war memorials; no angel feuds, No gold or silver, oil or riches, just a place flowing with green pastures going no place particular, well, maybe one, ~~a kiss~~ that births a son another war begun.