Metaphorical Periscope/ Comanche Pacifier

whisperingquill

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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Whisperingquill.All Rights Reserved.
No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted
in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods,
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  • Author: Whisperingquill (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 15th, 2018 03:39
  • Category: Fable
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Comments2

  • RiverJordan

    beastly

  • RiverJordan

    Relentlessly endless fire flames piece.

    • whisperingquill

      πŸ‘πŸΌπŸ» Si! Thank you



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