the doom slinger 8

through 
the bones 
of 
primordial gods 
scattered 
by 
old crones 
across the 
plateau 
Satan 
tracked 
his 
fleeing foe 
from the 
signs   
he did sow 
defecating 
across the 
killing field 
where time
cannot be  
appealed 
and not 
believing 
in luck
set out
in pursuit 
of his 
constipated 
lame duck 

the heavens 
on fire
crackled 
and 
popped 
an 
infinite palette 
of 
marbled
fiery red 
clouds 
rolling across 
a copper 
ceiling
colliding 
with a 
thunderous 
murderous
clap 
causing 
Satan to 
turn his 
opaque eyes 
to the
angry
heavens
as  
transparent 
void droplets 
splashed
down
over 
him  
as he 
waltzed  
across the 
plateau 
in pursuit 
of his 
quarry 

soaked 
through 
to his 
bespoked 
chattering 
bones 
Satan 
cursed unto
himself  
as he 
looked about 
helter-skelter
for 
some shelter  
for he'd 
had enough 
of the 
reigning 
monarch's
drowning 
piss 
just recently  
to 
sink a 
flotilla 
of arks  

Satan 
took 
shelter
within the
cranium 
of an 
old god 
passing 
the storm 
of 
time away 
trying 
to 
remember 
what his 
quarry's 
next move 
would be 
when 
Satan 
began
wondering 
if the 
oracle's 
vision 
was 
malleable 
when
suddenly 
as the 
oracle
had shown
the reign 
concluded
but the 
heavens 
were 
still on 
fire
and 
Satan 
felt 
trapped 
in a 
oracles  
mire 

worn down 
he fell 
asleep 
on a 
creek bed 
outside 
of the
thoughtless 
primordial gods 
finger painting  
stained
cranium  
hidden 
under it's 
dead 
weeping 
willow 
yellow
hair

seven 
sturdy 
pink hide 
mammoths 
hauled 
the wagon 
along 
the trail 
that 
drunkenly 
wound through 
and 
around 
the bones 
abound
of the
primordial gods 
off 
to the
left 
the  wagon 
trail  
mimicked 
the flow
of the 
dried up 
sandy 
creek bed 
it
 paralleled   

the creeks
banks
were lined 
with bones 
some 
still had 
hair 
attached 
that hung 
weeping willowish
over the 
dried up 
creek bed 
providing 
Satan 
a pool of 
gloom 
to rest
under 
from the 
saturating heat 
of the
heavens embers 
glaring 
judgmentally 
down 
on the  
Firmaments
badlands 

cloth masks
hid the 
wagons guard's 
and 
driver's 
scowling faces   
from the 
burning dust 
and 
choking light  
they wore 
mammoth 
white dyed
wool robes
the guard 
sitting 
on the 
left hand 
of the 
driver
had a 
ankh 
shreddergun 
faithfully 
laid
across 
his knees
in 
the back 
of the 
wagon 
two guards
clutched
well used 
sarcophagus
repeating  
rifles  
nested 
vested 
amongst the 
hacky sacks
fill of 
untold 
fools gold 
headed 
for 
Woden'sOasis 
which was 
less than 
five bars 
aways 
as the 
wagon 
sways 

buried 
under 
the masks 
nervous sweat 
etched 
the faces 
of the 
wagon riders 
for their 
dangerous run 
between the 
indigenous
gold mine
and 
Woden'sOasis 
was 
nearly complete 
soon 
their dues 
would 
be paid 
their 
citizenship 
into 
Woden'sOasis
purchased 
but they 
knew the 
jinn bottles
would try to 
claim their
salvation 
from them
through 
violence
and 
theft 

the 
driver 
hoped the 
lazy
rag corked
jinn bottles
rolling 
around  
in the 
Firmament 
badlands 
wouldn't
smell 
the lure 
of their 
pure
fools gold
they carted
for he 
was in 
no mood 
to die 
this 
chapter

the wagon 
had 
rumbled  
mumbled 
on 
past where 
Satan lay
undetected 
covered 
in a 
blanket 
of dust 
escaping 
from his 
burdens 
when 
up ahead 
they saw 
deadfall  
on the 
wagon trail 
the 
ankh gunner 
tapped 
the wagon 
twice 
then lifted 
his ankh  
pointing it 
at the 
tangled mass
of fallen 
god bones 
that 
could hide 
a 
bakers dozen 
of the 
nasty
rag corked
jinn bottles 
and more 
ominous 
had not 
been there 
on their 
journey 
out to
the 
badlands 
gold mine

the 
driver 
looked 
desperately
swiveling 
his head 
from
east to west 
for a way 
to steer 
around 
the deadfall 
but the 
rutted trail 
was 
following 
the 
dried up
creek bed 
on the east 
while on 
the west
the
 hedging 
primordial 
god heads 
empty 
bulging 
eye sockets 
watched  
their passing 
there
was no 
way 
but through 
the 
deadfall
or risk 
sinking 
their dreams 
somewhere
out there 
in the 
badlands 
quicksand's 

the driver 
fried 
sighed 
preparing 
to haul 
on the 
reins 
for 
shifting the 
gods deadfall
was a 
mammoths 
task 

the stolid 
sheared 
mammoths 
pulled back 
on their 
harnessed 
raw hides  
slowing 
the wheels 
of the 
wagon 
as the 
guards kept 
their guns 
nervously 
trained 
on the 
deadfall 
the butts 
of the 
guns 
quivering 
locked 
into their 
shoulders 
as 
their eyes 
perched 
on their 
gun sights 
searching 
the deadfall 
waiting 
for the 
jinn bottles 
ambush

the 
guard 
with the 
ankh gun
jumped down 
to cover 
the driver 
as he 
unhitched 
the 
mammoths 
he 
needn't have
bothered
for 
at that 
moment 
a shot 
rang out 
he fell 
against 
the wagon
casting 
his ankh
away  
then he
slid 
into the 
hardening
 ground 
disbelief 
hidden 
under his 
death mask 
but 
not from 
been shot
that he 
expected 
but  
from been 
tricked 
bye the 
jinn
for the 
shot 
came from 
the 
dried up 
creek bed 

the guard  
drained out
alone
abandoned 
bye his 
companions 
busy as 
more shots 
blasted 
out of the 
creek bed 
as the 
two 
in the 
fools gold 
nest 
tried to
swivel 
around
and 
retaliate  
flame spouted 
from the 
muzzles 
of their
sarcophagus
repeaters 
when
they got 
into position 
then 
blood welled 
from a 
deep hole
drilled 
in one 
of the 
guards 
barreled chest 
his 
grape juice 
soaking 
into the 
white dyed
trail grimed 
robe 
as the 
draining guard 
slumped back 
onto 
the bags  
of 
fools gold  
his eyes 
caked
glazing over 
as the 
last guard
existing 
reached 
over 
and 
took the 
drained guards 
sarcophagus
to help 
fight off
the attack 

several 
rag corked
jinn bottles  
veils 
pulled 
up over 
their faces
surged over  
the 
dried up 
creek beds 
concealing 
banks 
smoke puffed
breathlessly 
from their
wielded guns 
as the 
driver 
stepped out 
from behind 
a 
mammoths
pink leg 
yelling 
while 
firing 
both barrels 
of the 
ankh 
from the 
hip 
shedding  
jinn bottles 
into 
mosaic
pizzas  

the 
jinn bottles 
were closing 
the gap
as the 
driver 
frantically 
tried 
to reload 
the driver 
turned 
to see 
the last 
guard 
thrashing 
around 
as
grape juice 
gurgled 
from his 
throat 
torn open 
from a 
lead thirst  

the driver 
cursed 
he was 
alone 
stranded
against a 
horde 
of
gold lusting 
jinn bottles 
as he 
thumbed back 
his ankhs 
opposing 
hammers 
he thought 
about 
surrendering
giving up 
his 
fools gold 
and 
his chance 
to gain 
entry 
into 
Woden'sOasis

yes he'd 
throw himself 
on the
mercy 
of the 
jinn horde
then he 
spat out 
the idea 
that any
rag corked 
jinn bottle
would grant 
him a 
golden ounce 
of mercy 
for if 
their role 
were 
reversed 
he 
hadn't

the 
ankh 
went off 
with a
loud boom
none 
of the  
jinn bottles 
fell 
because 
the driver 
had been 
punched 
in the 
gut bye
several
of 
their 
lead fists
and he'd
spilt 
his 
golden leaden 
death 
milt 
shot
uselessly 
into the 
Firmaments 
wagon 
plowed 
ground   

crumpled 
leaking 
wine juice 
from his 
perforated 
barrel stomach 
into the 
unconsecrated  
firmaments 
badlands
ground  
before 
the 
approaching 
indigenous
jinn bottles 
he 
jealousy
watched 
them 
reclaim 
their 
hijacked 
wagon 
fill of 
their
coveted
gold 
and fade 
from sight

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the doom slinger 4

Satan spiraled 
through the 
woke turbulence
vortexes   
his 
bullet clipped 
and holed 
emaciated 
wings spread 
like they were  
pinned 
by an
invisible 
god's  
entomologists
finger pads 
as he 
slipped 
through the 
killing jars  
ether

Satan 
was
desperately
trying 
to slow 
his decent 
as he 
tried to read 
the ethers 
jet streams 
when he 
slammed 
into a 
hibernating
shadow tree 
growing out 
from the 
pear shaped 
chasms 
stagnant
weeping walls 
which  
knocked the wind 
from
beneath his wings 
he then 
desperately 
tried 
to cling 
like a hatched 
partridge fetus 
to the 
tree for life  
as gravity 
suckered him
into
slipping 
like a snake
along a branch 
then
hanging 
like a fruit 
until 
inevitably 
rotting 
dropping 
back
into the fall
 
Satan's 
holy wings folded  
like in a prayer 
didn't 
have a hope
of slowing 
his 
steep descent 
as he 
plunged 
head first 
into the 
watery cold 
black void 
his
momentum  
dragging 
him under 
the voids 
dark foaming
surface 
where 
all was 
absorbed 

corpse arms 
failing 
he rose 
to the 
voids 
foaming surface 
gasping 
just as the 
uprooted 
shadow tree
slammed 
into his chest 
knocking 
the proverbial wind 
from him 
yet again

he rose 
again 
to the 
voids surface
gasping 
for 
essence
the voids 
emptiness 
flooded in 
burning his lungs 
and throat
knowing 
he was in 
quite the pickle 
he grabbed hold 
of one of the
trees 
proffered 
outstretched limbs  
grateful 
for something 
to hold to 
in the 
meaningless 
dark foaming 
voids brine 

waves of fear 
rolled and crashed 
over him 
as Satan 
fought
his way 
through the 
foaming void 
and 
tangled limbs 
to the 
middle 
of the 
shadow tree's 
trunk 
where being 
more stable
he pulled 
himself up 
onto his  
dead looking 
tree of life raft
before 
collapsing 
like an 
emaciated 
split crow 
carved
on a totem 
in an 
exhausted relief 

a wave 
slapped him 
awake 
as he 
wiped the
stinging void 
from his 
eyes
until 
he thought 
he saw 
the blurry outline 
of an ark 
pitching 
and 
rolling 
on his 
horizon 

Satan
paddled 
towards 
where he 
thought hoped 
he had 
envisioned 
the ark 
but the 
wind 
and 
lashing waves 
of the void 
tossed 
his life raft 
back
into the 
dispiriting void 
as 
lightning split 
the heavens 
followed 
by the thunder
of the 
emperor's
fallible god's
judgement 

the flash 
revealed nothing 
but the 
freezing emptiness
of the 
heaving 
and 
lashing 
void 
his tree of life 
was 
tossed through 
while
upside-downly 
downly-upside
Satan 
hung on
ever so 
grimly 
as
through time 
the
waves nine tails 
kept on 
stripping the tree 
to its 
heartwood 
while
lashing the fallen 
to the bone 
the brine 
cauterizing the sap
and 
scorching his
lungs and throat
when 
swallowed 
causing
a reaction 
Satan 
shivered
while
retching 
to expel the void's 
icy emptiness 
of doubt 
as he stared  
wild opaque eyed 
into the 
howling blackness 
that stared 
mirror like 
back at him 
as he
waited  
for 
forty benighted aeons
and 
forty enlightenment aeons 
for the ark
to reappear 
while the 
battered
shadow tree 
appeared 
to 
dip and dive
toss and turn 
trying 
to loosen 
his grip 
on life 

in 
another 
bursts 
of lightning 
Satan 
saw with 
foreboding 
other 
messiahs 
floating dead 
bobbing 
flesh corrupted 
eroding away 
on the 
void's dark 
foaming surface 
fastened 
to their trees 
their 
stomachs intestines 
exposed 
knotted 
in a 
figure eight  
bizarrely 
tethering them 
to 
anchors
caught 
on the  
voids icebergs  
desperately 
Satan 
looked through 
the debris 
as lightning 
again
illuminated 
the voids  
ship graveyard 

spotting 
no survivors 
among the 
wreckage 
Satan
gave up
and
paddled on 
battled on 
fueled by 
an age 
of rage 
his 
wind milling arms 
churned the void

Finally
after time 
had abated
Satan rested 
the raging void
calmed  
light from the
heavens above 
became constant 
no longer
flickering 
injecting 
him with 
tormenting 
horrifying 
images of 
death and hope 
into 
the depths 
of his 
opaque eyes  
and the
infallible god's
thunder 
no longer
clapped
rhythmically 
in his ears 
his 
throat 
stripped raw 
from the brine's 
cattales
swallowed 
and his 
mad bellowing 
echoing 
into the
faceless storms  
pointless
bombardments 
had 
fallen silent 
for
Satan 
exhausted 
had
hung his head 
ominously
in 
contemplative resolve 
to 
continue down
the
path of revenge 
upon those 
that had  
traduced him 
and
those of his ilk
he loved  

lifting his head 
from his reprieve 
his eyes revealed
a  lands 
mountainous 
white cloud 
cliffs 

Satan 
wondered  
where in the void 
he had 
drifted 
as the 
distant 
lands greying
harshness 
began to swamp 
his eyes
with 
survival tears

Satan 
had no idea
how far offshore 
he lay adrift 
but as his 
corpse thin arms 
began windmilling  
upon his 
tree of life 
breaking 
the voids 
frigid surface 
he fixed his will  
on the beckoning distance 
that fed him intravenously 
a little more persistence 
 
thinking 
he was closing 
in with the land  
he began 
to make out 
the features 
of the distant 
rocky shore line 
his corpse arms 
exhausted 
wind milled limply 
on 
fill of aching knotts
and 
will breaking pain
Satan 
ignored 
his grinding bones
continued circling 
willing himself on 
through 
the blissless 
will sapping 
milling void 

cranking up
his 
heavy head
for his 
opaque eyes 
to measure 
the distance 
left to beach 
upon that
pebbled pearly 
shore 
his 
opaque eyes 
cried out 
from the 
crows nest 

"we be 
nay the closer
cap'n"

where upon 
Satan's
vessel 
lost 
it's bottled 
elixir 

an odd specimen 
drained of adrenaline 
it's flesh gone  
skin baked on 
to crumpling bone
left alone to atone  
on a fruit tree devoid 
on a bloodless void 

© by bg 2021

the doom slinger 3

enter
the courthouse
a realm
consisting
of a
deep deep deep
unfathomable
cave system
a
labyrinth
of
alternate realities
inhospitable
to its
notional
inhabitants

on entry
Satan observed
above
luminous
gravity defying
headless hunchback
seraphim
their
grey smoke entrails
spilling out
like
wisps of
egg whites
dropped in
boiling water
they
floated poached
haunting
the
polished
marbled walled
corridors
each carrying
ignoring
bundles
of
wailing
decomposing skin
parchedments

as
they past over
Satan
the sound of wind
sighing
or was it
moaning
could be heard
over the
wailing
yet
Satan
felt no breeze
only smelt
rotten
eggs

sand
flowed across
the
cave floors
corridors
erasing
Satans
hoof prints
as he
tried to find
his way
forward
into the
labyrinths
dark
alleyways

following
the
streams of sand
was as
deceptive as fruit
as they
merged
diverged
doubled back
on
themselves
covering
the flames
trail
or was it
erasing
sweeping away
one's own
tracks
towards
potters field

the deeper
into the
cave system
lit only
by the
smoldering
end
of a
carcinogenic
rolled
cigarette
polished marbled
walls
gave way
to rough
sketched nameless
rocky faces
which were
covered
in moss beards
from their
cracked crumbling
chalk skin
bleeding images
pearls of wisdom
spilled
eroding
incomprehensibly
into
the sand
rivers
to be
reformed

finally
admitting
to himself
he was
lost
in the
infernal
cave system
of the
courthouse
archives
Satan
suffered
a seismic
depressive
shift
of mood
when the
flowing ground
seemed
to list

"all is doomed"
Satan thought

a red tape
snake
that could
be found
naturally lurking
anchored
within the
systems cracks
beneath
the surface
of the
sand rivers
flowing
throughout
the
courthouse
cave system
had
looped
noosed
itself
around
Satans
left hoof
tripping
him up

as he
prepared
to hit
rock bottom
with a
doomsdays
meteorite
splash
Satan reached
round
to his back
unsheathing
an
unseeable edged
fork tongue blade
once given
unto him
by a friend
by a foe
once drawn
Satan
slashed
with his
knife
at the
snake
that would've
dragged him
into
the cracks
to
devour and excrete
him
into
particles
of the
caves pictorial
suspeculated
evidence

Satan's
forked blade
sliced surgically
parting
seperating
the snakes
erroneously
scaled body
from his own
entity

standing
free
for a moments
breath
but still stuck
in the
behemoths belly
Satan lit
one of his
previously
rolled
half smoked
cigarettes
with a spark
from his
flint nails
he stared
into the
thundering
howling blinded
heard of minotaurs
surrounded
in a
cloud of dust
picture frame
stampeding
bearing
down upon
him
corroding
sand grains
thrown up
by the
frightened
minotaurs
rained down
landing
pockmarking
his
burnt
leather on bone
tear scared face
ahead of time

through
the
oncoming
avalanche's dust
stinging his
opaque eyes
Satan
could see
a guilty flicker
of a flame
driving
the creatures
from
behind
towards him

"oh Justice
you flaming
son of a
tumbleweed"

Satan spat
at his
quarry
as he drew
his
fancy pistols
before
realising the absurdity
of his actions
he holsted
his
fancy pistols
preparing
to be
trampled
into
civilisations bedrock
instead
as he came
to peace
with futility
his
survival instincts
came to life
animated
Satan turned
finding a gap
in the
continuity
of the
cave systems walls
he ran
towards the crevice
without hesitation
forgetting
to look
into
the trojan horses
mouth
Satan
took a
leap of faith
an unforeseen error
beginning his fall
down
into a
chasm

© by bg 2021



the doom slinger 2

Selene
carried Satan 
floating 
across the waste 
for 
forty aeons 
and 
forty epochs 
in her cradle 
of 
tranquility 

bustling noise
blistering heat
awoken 
Satan 
outside 
a broken
 away 
sectioned 
piece of waste town 
moored 
floating 
in the rising void 
that
lapped 
at the 
crumbling cliffs 
feeding 
scouring  
away the waste 

Selene
hung back 
on the 
event horizon 
watching Satan 
cross
the gangplank 
out of sight
into 
Purgatory 

Satan 
walked amongst 
Purgatory's 
whitewashed 
buildings 
its citizens 
parting 
in an 
angry red sea
their 
indoctrinated 
fear 
holding back 
their 
lynch mob instincts 
but 
unbeknownst
to   
Satan 
he was safe 
for he was 
no savior 
so they allowed  
their
stoop shouldered
emaciated
bat wings drooping 
wizened up 
escape goat 
plenty of space 
to waltz 
within their
atmosphere
of 
entitled hope
and 
narcissistic dreams 

along the edges 
of 
purgatory
anchored 
bloated
air balloons
weighted 
full 
of hot air 
ladders up
to 
evacuate 
the  
lands citizens 
to the
heavens above
never 
ever
gated
land 

curious people 
peered 
out of
windows 
doorways
pretending 
their 
perceived beast 
was 
a threat 
of forming 
or becoming 
their
craven image  
as the beast 
they awed 
walked 
as 
Pinocchio once did   
amongst them
in the 
bright furnace light 
that 
in their 
heavens pilots 
shriveled raisin eyes 
should be 
buried 
under
sea chanties
 of
 brimstone 

Satan 
wiped an
itty bitty tear 
away 
that was 
drawing another scar  
down
his
worn 
leather baked 
skinned skull

Satan stopped  

staring up
into the 
darkness 
of Purgatory's  
seven storied 
house 
of ill repute 
windows 
rearing up 
monster like
before him 
at the 
point 
of the towns 
pentagram

as 
Satan 
entered 
the house's saloon 
on the 
ground floor 
a hundred 
crammed 
foul smelling soles 
assaulted  
his 
ossified nostrils

ignoring 
the 
circus captivity scene 
stink 
Satan 
strode wearily  
up to the bar 
that was 
blocked from view 
by thirsty soles 
stomping 
for the
bartender's healing
via a
liquid elixir  
blessing 
to cleanse 
their 
pilgrim soles 
since the 
paved floor 
of good 
intentions 
they trod 
excessively 
to 
enlightenment 
was 
covered
urine soaked straw
and other
questionable 
dark matter

Satan  
pushed open 
his batwings 
to reveal 
the
jutting pearl grip
of his
fancy pistol 
clearing 
away 
the 
clambering 
self indulgent 
crowd 
at Purgatory's
nirvana saloon's  
last chance bar
or
so the 
mirror
on the wall  
proclaimed it 

Satan's
fingers danced 
over
 the pearl butt 
of his 
fancy pistol
as his 
boney arms
hung stiffly 
at his  
corpse side
only his hooves 
made a rough sound
as he
took one 
more 
scraping
waltz step 
across
the 
barnyard  
floor
closing the gap
between 

the
bushy 
flame faced 
bartender 
glared 
at his 
moth 
he pulled 
a long thin cigar
from his 
sweet sweat 
soaked stained
robe pocket 
he
bit off its tip
then 
spat it out
he placed the 
wet cigar 
between 
his 
yellow cracked 
sun glazed teeth 
then 
he ignited it 
with the bars 
eternal candle 
then
huffed and puffed 
until 
smoke billowed 
from his 
ears and mouth

Satan felt 
a numb judas hand  
grab
at his 
skin and bone 
arm 
turning his 
leather burnt cheeks
to face
his 
attacker 
Satan
head-butted
the fools mug 
in a 
classic 
purgatory kiss 
move 

blood splattered 
from the 
bravado fill mugs 
nose 
as the 
used up
diversion 
fell to 
wiggle 
maggot style 
on the
saloons dance floor
as
Satan's 
burning bush 
disappeared in smoke 

without pausing 
Satan 
leapt the bar 
crashing 
through the mirror 
landing 
out in a 
light 
drenched alley

Satan
looked at the ground 
saw the 
bartender's 
boots glass remarks
in the sand
fleeing 
fleet of foot
along
the alley 
his boots 
disappearing 
over 
a 
competition
pissed stained 
dividing
wall 

leaping
the wall 
bat wings open 
he saw 
his flame 
escape
the bars alley 
into 
Purgatory's
main street

Satan 
dragged 
his fancy pistol 
from 
his hunters belt 
ready for action
as
gold nuggets 
smashed 
into the
alley's 
fire brick walls 
chips and dust 
showered 
Satan 
as 
another volley 
of 
golden nuggets
passed 
within inches
of the 
horned beasts 
head 

Satan 
returned fire 
as 
more choir shots
sang out  
from the
direction 
of 
purgatory's 
court house 
rearing up 
a behemoth 
before him 
at the 
point 
of the towns 
pentagram

at least 
a dozen
 appointed 
witnesses 
guns 
blazing 
covered 
Satan's flame 
high tailing it 
up the 
mountainous stairs 
of 
ideologies 
to 
escape 
justice 

Satan 
emaciated frame
stood 
still as a target 
while 
all around him
the
unconsecrated ground 
was 
churned up 
by the 
deadly sermons
golden nuggets 
which were sent
to gouge 
Satan's 
deep opaque 
tear-filled
eyes out 

returning 
fire 
Satan watched 
his first 
witness  
bounce lifelessly 
down the 
courthouse 
rocky stairs  

shots 
echoed around 
purgatory 
as the 
flame 
slipped 
through the cracks 
of the 
courthouse's
stone tablet
unhinged doors 

below 
another 
witness  
twisted on his
scorpion 
boot heels
falling under 
Satan's 
tearful gaze 
as his 
fancy pistol's 
lead bullets
chewed out 
his witnesses
blackened 
jerky
heart  

Satan's 
blurry 
tear filled eyes 
focused
on 
three witnesses 
rushing 
at him 
their guns cocked 
their soles 
already 
lost 
on their way 
to meet 
their judge
fired
at the 
emaciated figure
who 
with all his strength
dragged
back the hammer 
then 
squeezed
his 
fancy pistol's 
scythe trigger

the 
action like denials 
repeated
two more times 
until 
the witnesses 
had paid
for their 
perjury

ideology 
continued 
attempted 
to rain down 
from
the courthouse
Satan  
felt more tears 
trickling 
down 
from the 
depths 
of his 
opaque eyes 
as a few 
golden nuggets 
crossed 
his scars 
while 
other nuggets
tore holes 
through 
his 
weathered 
tattered 
bloodstained 
batwings 
that flapped violently 
in the 
bullets breeze 

seven 
deadly witnesses   
left 
Satan rolled 
his 
dice 
knowing 
he was hurting 
yet 
knowing 
the proceedings  
must go on
and on...   

the witnesses    
were 
swaying 
and 
shooting 
from 
behind a 
heat haze dock
as each 
witnesses gun 
spoke
Satan retorted 

He saw 
the paid witnesses 
dancing
and  
falling
for their
overlord   
as his 
lead bullets  
nailed their 
expanding cross tip
examinations  
into their 
blessed tanned hides 
blasting them 
soullessly
into
kingdom come

By the time 
the 
emaciated being 
reached 
the colossus foot
of the
courthouse stairs 
blood 
that had 
cascaded down 
from the 
fallen 
was 
pooling 
into a 
small fiery lake 
at the 
bottom 
of the rocky steps 

Satan's eyes narrowed 
staring up
at the 
burnt 
unhinged doors
of the 
courthouse 
that the 
fleeing 
flame bearded bartender 
had fled  
through 
to  
escape  

Satan  
tucked his 
fancy pistol 
into his 
hunters belt 
clicked his 
forked tongue 
and
began his ascent  
to
pursue 
his 
false flame 
through the 
stone tablet 
unhinged doors 
of the 
courthouse's  
facade 

© by bg 2021


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

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

jokes are like smokes

i tell you jokes are not funny 
when told to you by a bunny
unless the timing is sunny
causing the sky to rain money

theres videos of you in gaffs
using suicide bomber puns
if you got some laughs
you better get the runs

you were a cat throwing shade
now your in the stockade
cause they found a grenade
when the timing police did a raid

assholes in cars
assholes in bars
you thought you were stars
now you're pickles in jars

fame is such a cruel concubine
you thought you her valentine
in sand she drew the punchline
your just the olympic goldstein

© by bg 2021

goldstein-see george orwell 1984 for meaning 🙂

the author does believe most jokes are cruel/mean etc, however the author is guilty of laughing at cruel/mean etc jokes but whose laughter does not condone the practice of mean/cruel etc jokes in real life.
the author has also been known to tell cruel/mean etc jokes very badly for which he apolojizes or in twenty years apologies for, which ever comes first.

grand old deceiver

something felt 
broken
flattened
maybe
the goddam earth
had been
folded
by the
grand old deceiver

had it been
shelved
filed
categorised
into
different boxes
decks
to be
reshuffled later
by the
grand old deceiver

will hearts
beat
clubs
will diamonds
wear out
spades
who nominates
who shuffles...
what happened
to the fifth
to the
permanent...
was it
slipped
up the
robed sleeve
of the
grand old deceiver

spite and malice
disguised
as
love thy neighbor
it's just a game
of
cat and mouse
that ends
in
misery
playing solitaire
in rwanda
drunk on ubuki
with
discarded cards
germany
once bent
then was
scratched and marked
by other
cheating
tribes/nations
before and after
germany's
wrangling hands
or
simply
sleight of hand
by the
grand old deceiver

© by bg 2021


twas the theme to sesame street

waking up every future day 
head in a silver cloud of pain
swallow my delinquent pills
watching rivers go down the drain

i farted in an empty square room
where reaper noses tuck you inn
i swear i tooted a tune of doom
twas the theme to sesame street

friends are just lemon used cars
junkyard frogs full of air croaking
better just to let them rust away
its their pistons they're stroking

sometimes i will hear their static
on my battery draining radio
sounds bagpipe tuning asthmatic
twas the theme to sesame street

i'm in the outhouse meditating
spinning bogg paper into rhyme
when i hear the doorbell ringing
my shit stinks guess i ate thyme

will the parlor flood doors let in light
will the trashcan get washed away
what was the devil fiddling all bright
twas the theme to sesame street

epitaph

just like big bird he had no flight
his imaginary fiends were real
from the playground he walked
knowing it was all just surreal

upon his throne he was dissolved
by a choir of angels gagging
what they sung has been solved
twas the theme to sesame street
twas the theme to sesame street

RIP

© by bg 2021

the legend off jack doe

second i was born reformed
beliefs just thought i was deaf punk
as my songs got more outta tune
judges thought i was in a down beat funk
geez bees
i was a screaming acid metal junk

well im just your suicide jumper busker
on the departure platform i drop my hat
you'd only hear off me if i became a husker
to tune into this station
well the world ain't flat
no it sure can't be said
that the astronaughts world is flat

i fretted over the sleepers i laid
left behind me some fresh bending blue tracks
rum amped the bad ass deeds i delayed
as i went on a sustained attack
all day long licking snow off the lines
geez bees
backmasking hypno crossroad neon signs

well im just your suicide jumper busker
on the departure platform i drop my hat
you'd only hear off me if i became a husker
to tune into this station
well the world ain't flat
no it sure can't be said
that the astronaughts world is flat

i won't leave any one hit wonders behind
no band-aids could ever staunch my minds tempo
as mayflies dance on the crescendo aligned
they screamed out my last stage name
JACK DOE
JACK DOE
i layed down a ghost track critics could reject
geez bees
that i never never used any special effects

well im just your suicide jumper busker
on the departure platform i drop my hat
you'd only hear off me if i became a husker
sow tune into this station
cause the world ain't flat
no it sure can't be said
that the astronaughts world is flat

© by bg 2021