Friday, November 22, 2013

a poem - Kiss my hand

I am here
above you
inside you!

Feel my wrath
and kiss my hand.
You are forbidden to smile.

On your knees!
and surrender your will
to the Gods and me
a mortal oppression.

I will eat you
fuck you
and burn what is left.

Buts is my weakness
your scratched hands
therefore every night
I made wax sculptures of them.
                                                         Carlos Lopez, November 2013.