obsidiansky
He rested himself with a GUN
to the HEAD
his wife watched
and now he rests
while the world is in fucking chaos
he fucking rests
I'll take a walk around my mind
see what I find.
what there is to see
in the dark
is me
A candle in the breeze
goes out.
The desert heat
seeps and slip up through the cracks in the sand.
An ocean as far as the eye can see
is but a blanket over a desolate expanse.
Up against the grate,
and slowly I shimmy a key an inch to the left
where my thumb can slip into a metal loop and pull
some freedom toward this glaring insecurity.
If it fits just right, I'll eat the uncaged
air for my breakfast this fine day.
Praises were sung through serpid teeth
while the morning sun spit fire on the distant hawthorns.
By night, the morphose is complete,
a temptrid serpent about your lion breast does lie
and from your flesh, she eats.
The snake that sung your praises previously,
as the Toyons on the hill are lit by fire the of the morning sun's delight,
wraps herself around your lion breast
to squeeze out the last oily drop.
It's worthwile,
while crunching on tiny bones over filet-of-sole
to lift your peppery eyes to mine
and let me know
you enjoy what I cook up.
Her legs in a cage
because they can't be shaved like a normal feminata
would, with a long razor cutcutcut as it scrapes it's way up her leg;
no
can't do that, or the blood wells up to the skin, angry and welting
and she screams,
I'll never be normal if I can't shave me legs.
Round the flag
for the cause
for the teeth of society
rally for the baby "Did you hear what they named her?"
Rally, finally, for our souls to be saved.
In black,
translucent as dusk
and creeping forward at amazing speeds
ZOOM! Too fast for the eye
to catch her,
The flightbird of night glides on.
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