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

bargain bin wine

living on toast and bargain bin wine

burnt toast and bargain bin wine 

down on the ground 

it’s hard, dark and cold 

the gold doesn’t shine 

pass the penthouse monuments 

to where the street beggars mine 

the cities clogged arteries  

where they’re 

living on toast and bargain bin wine

burnt toast and bargain bin wine 

street preacher coughs and splutters 

tis better to give your debt 

to whores on crack

than  give it to evangelicals 

to save your petri dish souls 

from the hangman’s sack

after you’ve subsisted 

on dysfunctional last suppers  

of toast and bargain bin wine

burnt toast and bargain bin wine 

its cold ,dark and hard 

telling time living in the sundials shadow 

drawing up dreams from an oil well

riding a unicycle with a rusted chain

hardly gives a performing puppet 

a chance to be a real human 

while living on toast and bargain bin wine

burnt toast and bargain bin wine

seeing stitching scars  on zombies faces

from faith been sown across their eyes

politicians get society’s to trust fall

another generation will march to war

for peace or to save the world 

politicians will turn their crusades

politicians will turn their crusaders 

into an empty blood bath 

in Blood Baths  we raindog paddle 

subsisting on toast and bargain bin wine

burnt toast and bargain bin wine

find their lies chiseled on tombstones 

the hard ,dark and cold stone chips 

feeding the starving homeless pigeons 

in the park where they fornicating flock 

to their saviours monumental stone feet

to hear the politician sing honey songs 

for change in exchange for their ultimate sacrifices

battleships swarm to their sirens ROCK  

to find their hard earned change

just paid for another doomsday 

MUSICAL             INTERLUDE  

marooned on the rock 

where the song changes scales 

not the empty soulless notes 

the survivors  do come to learn 

while they’re leftovers subsisting 

on toast and bargain bin wine

burnt toast and bargain bin wine

burnt toast and bargain bin wine 

©bg 2019