the doom slinger 1

stoop shouldered
emaciated
bat wings 
flapping
in a 
gentle 
cold nights
breeze
while
trembling hands
rolled 
an 
incurable
cigarette

Satan 
ignited
the 
carcinogenic 
cigarette
from a 
candle's
eternal
flame's
hex eye 

Satan 
knew to a 
dark silhouette 
illumination 
was wasted
enlightenment 
yet he 
queitly 
held 
the
candle
vigil

tears 
of 
lost hope
coursed
down
Satan's
burnt
leather baked on bone 
cheeks 
from 
deep opaque eyes 
as the 
candles flame 
gazed
disrespectfully 
upon 
his 
cursed face 

Satan's
fancy pistol 
lay dead 
on the
unconsecrated 
alley's 
ash and dust 
ground 
silent 
as a 
shadow 

Yahweh
staggered
into the
candles 
hex flame 
eye
breathing raggedly 
His 
grey robe 
was holed 
and 
light stained 
in 
three places
one 
in the gut 
two 
in the chest
dropping
his 
pistol
Yahweh
collapsed 
into the
alley's
ash and dust 

Satan
stooped to retrieve
his 
fancy pistol 
tosing 
the 
candle 
snuffing 
out the
flame 
the 
betraying memories 
in a 
sludge
of 
tears
ash and dust 
 

Satan's
breaking 
crackling
voice 
quipped 
" thanks for the light
ol' friend"

Satan 
stood for a aeon 
or so
peering 
into 
the alley's 
cataclysmic
infinity 
with a
slack jaw expression
suggesting 
he 
was not 
relishing 
what he
foresaw 

Satan 
stoop shouldered
emaciated
bat wings flapping
in a 
gentle 
cold nights breeze
as if 
somebeing 
had pushed through them
emerged
out of the alley 
turning right
he 
ambled
down 
the main street 
that snaked 
between 
cold stone buildings
darkened 
and
locked 
their use 
at an 
end 
waiting 
impassively
for
another 
beginning of sorts

three 
buildings 
down 
there was 
a 
drowning trough 
outside
a 
blood stained 
sinderblock
church 
where a 
shiny moon golden
mare 
Satan called 
Selene
hung over 
the town's church 
she 
looked at 
Satan 
as he 
approached
relief 
in her 
big red eclipsed eyes

Selene snorted 
softly 
as satan 
stroked her 
hind quarter 
causing 
the mare 
to dip 
so he could 
mount 
his
Selene
who rosed 
then
backed up
turned 
towards the town’s
exit
and 
started to ebb 
into the 
waste
carrying Satan 
asleep
in her 
cradle

© by bg 2021

tanka by a wanka 7 greta thunberg

poor young sprite greta 
trapped under her times fetish 
giant carbon footprints 
man's will to mitigate deaths 
anti vaxxers won't save her 
 
© by bg 2021

a demonstration haiku #2

Israel bulldozed clay
earthquakes form mountains on earth 
thy shalt not covet

© by bg 2021

a climate changing haiku

mother and father 
scolding words make things nippy 
milieu soup ruin 

© by bg 2021

a child did play

living in a cat house i did imbibe 
breakfast lunch and dinner ,rum
when my heart got a bad vibe 
as into hel my soul did succumb 
into this mayhem i went willing 
ever the adventurer of planets
i spent my youth on good living 
life was all about the organics 

on a fine day a child did play 
sun baked the child of clay
child thought i'm here to stay
never ever having smelt decay

when i woke i smelt cinder on ice 
a dream avalanche had freed me
i'd seen the inconsistent tree of splice
its leaves in all of life's potpourri
hel whispered hun you never slept 
we sat down to a lovers feast 
where the rottin food wept 
i excused myself exiting stage east 

on a fine day a child did play 
sun baked the child of clay
child thought i'm here to stay
never ever having smelt decay

i began traveling here and there 
in time meeting a numbskull killer
jumping round like a mad hare
using their diarrhea for filler 
as their phony baloney theory
machine gun splattering feces 
hoping something would marry
instead ricochets killed their species 

on a fine day a child did play 
sun baked the child of clay
child thought i'm here to stay
never ever having smelt decay
 
finding an anchor fossilized in tar
i climbed the corrupted  spine chain 
through each link i saw suffering afar 
then through clouds i reached the nobodaddy brain 
inside i saw scarecrows pulling levers of errors
while tin men dragged lions by the tail  
towards a furnace to feed the created terrors 

on a fine day a child did play 
sun baked the child of clay
child thought i'm here to stay
never ever having smelt decay

i saw spirits tongues painting lead gold
explaining the madness of this mind 
mind weighed its lead purity by lies sold  
lead barreled wine spinal fluid created the blind 
the blind kings bungled round in the dark
the inequalities of hierarchy broke the scales 
to the echoes of suffering the kings didn't hark 

on a fine day a child did play 
sun baked the child of clay
child thought i'm here to stay
never ever having smelt decay

a zephyr carried me from the stem 
into the sun where my ash will be  defied  
the sacred ground of the noboddadies phlegm
where he buries those he had wholly crucified 
lost in their eternal unfulfillment
trying to make a ladder from their crosses 
to climb into their own enlightenment 
unable to smell decay with their broken proboscis

on a fine day a child did play 
sun baked the child of clay
child thought i'm here to stay
never ever having smelt decay

© by bg 2021