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

the sell out

as a fetus 
they threw me
into
the pits
of
bottomless despair
to be saved
till later
later tills
ring
my fetus dry
KA-CHING

a place
where there was no candy
and
no fucking rum
to soothe my tum
from
green crayon lipstick
kisses
sickness
that stained me blue

they the
OmniOminous
OmnibeneViolence
ones
with their prune
goose bumped skinned
taxidermy genitals
hanging
like dark stretched out clouds
overhead
ready to piss down
oil thicky
sticky juice
into
my lead lined
decanter
murmured
through
charred
teeth gritted smiles
their past sins
were now my
incinerating accounts
OWED
to justify bathing me
in their radiation
treatment
to cure
me of my
freewill
stupefied tumors
befouling my eyes

i stayed
unable to see
myself out
silently slugging out
an existence
by mining
the
maddening depths
of the
lead lined decanter
for all the
embalming fluid
the decanter caught
from the above
booming
incoherent babbling
indoctrinating
spittle
that slid down
to puddle
in the
evaporated
tear acid
deficits
i etched
before i lost my eyes

by and by
stripped
of my
amniotic blanket
by
priestly time's
wriggly maggot hands
and just
to feel warm
and must
as a beast
feel warm as ice
as a least
i would soak myself
into
the embalming fluid
to weigh myself down
to turn
my hard
driedfried
out fetus shell
into
angel dust
as
KA-CHING
i sold out
to a
higher dealing authoritative

© by bg 2021

a good knights quests end

staggering lamp-post

treadmill footpath

the next bar

a neon mirage

cars drunk on antifreeze

swerving

missing

a raindog crossing

intersection

 

waltzed into next bar

bouncer was busy

bouncing

fist off a nose

paddle snot ball

a plump goddess

serves a rumbo

elixir disappears

time briefly comes back

reality focuses

into tired eyes

all wrinkled and blurred

raindog paws bar

gravity throws a roundhouse

clockwise

the lights vanish

©bg 2018