Purr - Necromancer by Maryann Hazen

I would not have interfered
with your search for success,
which never came by the way.
You practiced pre-designed dialogues
with lips locked around
slippery communications like salvation.
Magically manipulated appearances
in an obsessive competition
for control. Secrecy or Sorcery;
whatever worked for you.
Tearing and tapping the vein.
Positively ripe with omnipotence.
A spectrum of sensation
meant to jolt your ego to orgasm.
You gleaned esoteric information
like scaling a fish,
solely for personal interest.
Entering the sphere of undead,
your supplicant servants of conditioned response
enjoyed a strictly platonic union with your soul.
You are you're own religion, after all.

Also published:
*San Francisco Salvo; 11-98
Butterfly Jubilee; 11-98/EXIT, Iss. #7; 2-99
Poetry & Art Of The Moon; 2-99
Coelaboration: A Collaborative Hyperfiction; 3-99 ~ Poetry Feature
Taste For Flesh, Iss. #3; 4-99
Outer Rim, Iss. #20; 6-99

Maryann Hazen She is a mom and wife living in NYS. Writing poetry has been, (and will continue to be) a life-long passion of mine. She has enjoyed the good fortune to see hundreds of poems published internationally, both in electronic and hard copy format and have won several awards and contests.

She loves Renaissance Faires, birdhouses, her pet hamster and reading fantasy novels. Other hobbies include needlepoint and flower gardening. She has an awesome tin colletion and avoid the kitchen as much as humanly possible without starving.

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