~Letters from the Monastery of My Heart: XV:~

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~Charlie Manson~look down at me~see a fool~ look up at me~see a god~look straight at me~see yourself~Jim Morrison~do you know the warm progress under the stars~do you know we exist~Nietzsche~know your overlord~ Poe~condor years~

~Letters from the Monastery of My Heart: XV:~

~Possessions/The Lesser~

~Possessions/The Lesser~

Tonight the stars are screaming. The moon’s friendly face is wild. The lights of the city disappear as I spin myself in circles, drive my body into the dark, dark earth, wishing myself to mud dissolve in the dust flesh and angel piss of my blood.

I am a lonely train on its tracks, howling balefully toward midnight, wretched in my hundred ton disdain for all things holy and placed four square center in my way. Disrespectful, I got steel wheels. I am a monster god unchained.

Panting in the breath of dawn, Eos, what do you make of our dark blood. The patina of our host is burning, an explosion of kerosene aura. I sent my diseased skin to my lover to protect the seed of her new man in tight pockets where she keeps such things.

The woman’s voice claimed to love me. I fell under her temptress spell, ignored the terrible rumbling warning of my engines, found myself alone in her bed, her voice laughing as she skipped away. Reduced to weeping, “You lied to me!” I cried. “I’m no liar!” she twittered, “I changed my mind!”

Seven turns from yesterday, I am cast in a leaden pool of sorrow. The Great Earth moans in my night of dread. A man of mountain, the wild voices coax me from my lethargy, demand that I stand and be counted as one of the not quite dead.

Counter-screwed from my life, I rise, a fury of storm, blood in my eye. The night is too cold for strangers whom all I meet is what I am. The hoarfrost of my flesh denies, laughs in the face of invitation, the fairer sex and her goddam lies.

~Tom (WordWulf) Sterner~
~Letters from the Monastery of My Heart: XIV~
~Haunting Me~
~Death Chords~

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WordWulf
Tom Sterner lives in Redding, California and Arvada, Colorado with wife Kathy. He has been published in numerous magazines and on the internet, including Howling Dog Press/Omega, Skyline Literary Review, The Storyteller, and Flashquake. His interne...(more)