Halloween night stand

the witch in a pink mini
with predator claws for hands

With that anorexia look
draped over bones

we see walking runways
with dodo
foolish
expectations of flight

Cause they carry no fuel

asked me
“Are you seeing anyone”

i grunt,
” no I see no one !”

“and you”
i ask sarcastically
with a hint
Of rolling of eyes
Upwards for some
spiritual intervention

while my eye balls
Roll over
The curvature
Of her
Botox swollen
Candy
Red apple lips

“i’m between abortionists”
she whispers
like the blades of scissors

cutting
through
Umbilical
windpipes.

we flirt
in armoured
flying
battle pigs

setting fire
to the
fine drapery

that drape
like suits
in a closet
Over hung ghosts

For a capped crusader to don

in pious awe
we climax
our thoughts

our bodies
trembling
in solicitude

our celestial bodies coupling

through the black hole of lust.

my dog
head panting

her flower
head wilting

on the
grave
mound pillow

under which
the dominatrix
Tooth Fairy
Moonlights
in black latex

wearing
a bayonet
strap on

trades us
chocolate mints
for condoms

this wet dream
Reality
brings forth a monster

a
thinking creature
with most foul
armpit odour

His fur stained
by years
of
Hot
golden showers

on his
eye lids
Prison bars
tattoos
Hold in
His eyes

He steps
forward
to the
edge

of the stage

a
troubadour
about to
Sing

the mob stare up
into those eyes of captured love

then scream themselves to death

for deep
within
those eyes
they saw

the ex
ecutioner

so
i never
heard a word
of
what he
said.

its 4am in the morning

i’m running for the bus

i can hear the rattling
of
the
witches bones

chasing me
down
the streets

i’m in love, i’m in love
I rant ,I rave

My minds
swimming in a bath tub of razors
and
battery acid with a twist of lemon

but
when
she said
she loved me

Well
a junkie
knows
over time
her love
will never
satiate my
want

for we crave

An

omnipotent emotion

created
by 3
Awfully
Powerful

Cauldron
ingredients
Melted
Together

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Street name PAIN

so i
climbs
aboard

the big
red bus

destination
Flaming
Bloody hell

where my
seared heart
will be
thrown to
the harpies
Demanding

Gossip

Satisfaction

i hold out my ticket

like a tongue

for the conductor to punch.

© bg 2011

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7 thoughts on “Halloween night stand

  1. so i
    climbs
    aboard

    the big
    red bus

    destination
    Flaming
    Bloody hell

    where my
    seared heart
    will be
    thrown to
    the harpies
    Demanding

    Gossip

    Satisfaction

    i hold out my ticket

    like a tongue

    for the conductor to punch.

    Brilliant! You always manage to achieve powerful rhythm and imagery, but this piece is particularly vivid. Ah, the allure of that witch in the pink mini…kind of makes me want to scream, “RUN!”

    Liked by 1 person

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