Ashlee,Gwen,Jade & Jasmin: Conejitas Playboy

The Dark Man
I have crossed the smoky path
of beaten trails by the sun and
have scattered ashes; I have mounted railways
and have sabled severity in the silent porch of the interior of the forest: I am a dark man.
I have mounted railways, and have passed the vainglory
of desperate houses with false chimneys
and have heard from outside
the tinkling of an ice cube
while closed doors broke the world... and above all, a moon with a savage sickle
sabered my eyes with bones of light.
I have slept in evident marshes
where the scent of musk
mixes with the sexual smell of rotten cypresses
where witch's fire clings to sunken
psycho-spheres of baptism... and I have heard the sigh of shadows
in a torn house of columns, the leech with vines
speaks to an outstanding sky of mushrooms.
I fed machines with dimes at all gas stations at night
while traffic in a crazy and fluid flame, I stained six dark paths red
and breathed the cutting auto-stop wind, on the verge with my thumb up, and saw shadowed faces satisfied
with heaters behind safety glasses, faces flushed like satisfied moons
in split monstrous orbits, and in a sudden flash of the jugular, cold as the center of the sun, I forced a girl in a wheat field and left her disheveled next to virgin bread, a savage sacrifice and a sign of those who crawl in fixed paths: I am a dark man.