Should you come across as vain;
In my mind, all things carry
A bit of vanity to themselves.
And though I redeem my buckets
Of impurity through the post-apocalyptic
Penance; I fear for change.
It consumes, and it prevails;
These parasitic demons
Urging on to demolish and provoke;
Castrate and center and recenter
The field of idolatries.
The virgin’s mouth
Becomes a fleet
Of incandescent ships
All urged onwards and forwards,
To where the body lay.
The ornamental and the devout,
Preconceived idolatries without
Here are where we differ.
In the piecewise unity of devotee;
Calligraphic integrity overridden
By false doctrine, as though we were
To spread our legs before Father.
One discussion of a head of state
With dignity; with circumcised adulterers.
Chastity and periodically intense
Floundering gods; keeping pose
As prostrated pigs convulse.
And in repose, the ornamental godhead;
Complete biography obtained by
Bleating and cooing into the Holy Ghost.
Memories are impurities.
Ostracized cerebral concussive,
Spitting out the flares
Of our emergency reincarnation;
Only hope and fear keep us alive.
Decentralized migratory pathway,
Purging the unnecessary peacock’s tail;
As though through Hell, we might prevail.
The testimony of two,
Forgotten truths devoured by flame;
The same gang whose battalions
Suffered air strikes as the affinity
Towards men on the moon manifested.
I showered you with blank pages,
Revealed my innate conundrums
Through hypothesizing chemical wars.
Through truncated arithmetic persuasion.
A silhouette in fire,
As roses bleed the poignant strokes
My constantly changing acrobatic pulse,
Derived from the first line of Scarface,
Shaped with the idolatries
Of fallen angels.
Western stars triumvirate;
As though a scourge were coming.
Blisters upon skin too tight
To comprehend the meaning
Of apocalyptic scorn.
I watched as your ascension took;
Gave testament of every look
Because I bear
The markings of the beast
Made indentured servants
Of the best of us;
No more Carolyn,
The carpenter’s suicide;
As death befits testament,
And the new See
And the sake
We come together today to form
A blanket opinion upon your past;
Denial in frustration,
And the glue
Which binds us into
Calcutta’s fingers, dainty whore.
Abused by saints;
Contemptible riots hanging on the tongues
As they pass by the wading pool.
A clause for all occasions;
Dry grass in the mouth,
Nebuchadnezzar’s last breakfast;
And the sealing up of the tabernacle.
One lonely, only God;
Flush with parasites.