Passion is beautiful
Magical success
A genius formed from the clay of time
A lie
Passion is a ferocious abyss, skeleton teeth
Hissing acid
He is a Mass’a
Cracking his whip high and low
On naked back and thighs
He flashes words behind my eyes like
A broken stop light
Rolling neon scriptures
People spring from mind
Like Athena from Zeus
Plot vines run up
Wrap around throat
And squeeze
The vines web over eyes
And whisper in ear drum
Sanity is a distant dream as
Passion punctures her with penciled lines
Others say blessed
But Passion takes her too
And engraves the satanic bible
Into her artery
Passion records the murders
Showers in them
And we share a drink
Laughing
Death = sales
Sales= a living
Passion impales me
and I sell that too
He screams, fucks
Gagging, roping hair around wrist
Dick driving deeper and deeper
While intestines hang out
Hands, moist on thigh, clit, cheek, lips, back, ass, eyes, breasts
A bestseller
Passion is a lie as he co-directs with GOD
And murders beauty
M.Parrish 