colors of the beast

backyard brand

stone alters littered
with the forms of
intoxicated flesh

regress
undress
with
soft eyes
and
brilliant lies

they all want to taste me
as i drip from
self indulgent verses
or perhaps it was
ancient curses?

reluctantly recounting
an infinite collection
trailing the blood of
imminent rejection
in quiet insurrection
only to embrace
this uneven connection

caught in a digital
bliss
waiting for that final
kiss
how to excite
this lonely parasite
as
wet lips
eclipse
self imposed
dictatorships
leading to a glorious
apocalypse

delayed
ignition
inflamed
cognition
we consume
harsh beats
and retreat
into salted sheets
spread thin between
decadent streets

mid-night
visions
tall order
decisions
redoubled
revisions
written on blank
televisions

halcyon fires burn best
when lying in wait

caught in a
selective collective
searching endlessly like a
retrospective detective

we are
hexed
and somewhat
vexed
but still we carry on
smiling
on this cat daddy
sun-day

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