I would like to do some damage.
empty and disassociative sex:
a cure for lonely and loathly
-nesses and fixes.
my messes mine, my messenger
churns when I say so.
my god is cyclical:
leaving front doors unlocked
spread to vacancies of tonight.
volition in my claws
and I'm always dressed for midnight.
these swift and saintly women:
they've come before me.
they've pulled my hammer back--
and I'm all black powder and leaded glass.
and we know where my muzzle is.
and I shoot from the hip.