aDarkerMind

deep inside the casket of the velvet brie

deep inside the casket of the velvet brie

the shredded milk from tusks of tortured stew

as mellow as the day in its fermenting terror of fortunate chance

sniggers with the bragging beads of communal stones in dusks deserted pond.

I am all but dead as I suckle the breast of the headless imp

breathing the porcupines phlem into my lungs of coated flesh in clotted cheese.

with sorrows eyes drunk on euphoric wine

the slime of enchanted love picks through the bones of my erected sweat

dripping onto the musical chains of lifes final hour.

the hungry horse showers my bride with unrivalled pain

with vowels of pitted verbs through curtains of hidden rain

the cortisone needle picks through remains of my buttered brain.

she is all but dead as she suckles the breast of the maggots paw

her periodic love destined for the graveyard of prehistoric paste

let her heart march with the marching band of sugared strands

deep inside the casket of the velvet brie

with sorrows eyes drunk on euphoric wine;