Metaphorical Periscope
Supercilious shenanigans
apropos claws of
grandfathered clause,
Satan Klaus finding
facets in the flaws
in the pause of pulse,
layered with
hair-trigger
espíritu ravaging
sleighed slayer
of meritorious
provident preachings,
onyx riddled bugaboo
of arrant teachings
snagged in a under blasé
emanation of extraordinário.
Micro sleep portent of
opacity wraith presentiments
inner pollution recycled
contusions,
mandated threads of
pre-infancy scutwork
juggernaut spark
partitioned from
a rogue quark,
arsenic torque
sipped from a
fervid vial,
blow ripple necrosis
whimpers indefatigably
into wavelength blinks
of a ecumenical
whisper,
swallow this thrill into
your rigor-mortis rod
I spill semenal serpents
another street sweeper
merchant,
a juicy vig of plutonium ice
in the brick city another
comatose phantom
drooling on a
dope fiends titty.
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Comanche Pacifier
Bleed saccharine fleas
blow the meat flute
on your elbows so your
knees may appease
and stand inverted at ease,
slob the rim hob-knob
the job snorting rails
off of numbed lips
curtains hide pillow pants,
while Lester Fiend scratches
hairy tongues with a fire dipped
Sodium Pentothal ice-pick
loose cleft labia\'s split and spit,
stealthy screams
and cerise streams
cascade as lava willows
270 sorrows over Lockerbie
funded by a tyrant named Gaddafi,
beat in the streets,
pummeled from stymie fisted
vindictive Valkyrie vultures
strabilious miscreants,
yawping of a uprise
fed full since a downed plight
kissing a frozen horizon
teardrop birth aftershock,
immense girth my yogurt slinger
causes much hurt Linda Lovelace
chokes on a swollen trunk
cluster-fucked and stuck
from a thermo-nuclear
ghost shot thunder punch,
lockjaw sipping her lunch
through a crazy-straw my fault y\'all.
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