drop the beat like lime in tequila

if anguish were cute enough
with the right proportions
oceans of fools would
love her still.

writhing bodies on
the stairs to Olympus,
decaying as the ascent
stretches and air grows thin.

some gathering a maze of entrails
scooping gears into empty breasts.

gasping aquatically for rations
of figurehead lust,
but left with homely gland extractions

“fuck! smash! chug!”
the great primate croons.
tossing charred carrion
to apes that demand free rides.

anguish had yet to purse her lips,
pity’s menopausal,
but father time and his 12 gauge
permanently posted on the front porch

so the song of the damned
still haunts the sunsets
“let us cradle a creature with a pulse.”

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if i could bake, i'd bake
you muffins and a cake
if you'd take me, i'd wake you
so you wont be late
oh, lets overlook fate:
the home that closed it's gate

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i've been bleeding from
the strangest of places
i've been feeding some
of the strangest faces
jowls gaping
like lost eaglets
here are the doses
now eat it
eat it

like the ghost of every
moth you've swatted
swarming lifeless
through the darkness
light less

eyes depressed in their sockets
change, regress
lusting to touch
wipe the molting,
melancholy dust

it will settle

put the soma
in
to
us