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
wine
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
an obese haiku
flesh buddha waiting
to deflate like a balloon
bladder leaking piss
©bg 2019
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
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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
