Hell blew me a kiss

lucaso

Hell blew me a kiss. 

 

A conflagration of debauchery and insolence, 

Once scarred as a necessity in youth's sense,

I blushed like a vestal before Pan's offence;

All streams gargled gold and all masks wept. 

 

I scraped ash on each tooth stepped,

As a pale King, I tried to address the tastes that crept

Upon the antediluvian tongue;

Through poetry, fornication, genuflection and song.

 

But I was a novice, a mistake, a castrated gong.

A violin gnawed at the waist, a decrepit hag 

That took pride in being a whore--a facetious rag.

 

Alas! The fur of a pious goat has sizzled into slag;

All clouds are fiery halos inside Ouroboros bliss

And the phosphorous strophe burns only in abyss. 

 

Hell blew me a kiss.

 

 

 

  • Author: lucaso (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 19th, 2017 13:46
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • LIGHT WARRIOR

    Wow man...this is very deep and rich with abstract metaphors...Amazingly done..I could probably read it twenty times and still find something new..



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