poetry of the Dark, Erotic, Violent, Religious & Macabre

——REVOLVER—–

 

the Revolver spins

6x’s before

i’m elected,

gunpowder coke

chokes my grasp,

as the chamber

clicks, my brain spits

matter to dust

and thus

creates the sunburst

on the wall

behind the man

in the crisp white suit;

beyond his soul

is my soul smeared

in colors of bluebloods

surrounding petals

on a white Gardenia

pinned in her bedroom hair;

and there she sits naked

on her boudoir chair,

her snatch the color

of the sunburst on the wall

behind the man

in the crisp white suit;

he smiles and hands me

a gold plated vile,

it’s been awhile

since the last i gripped her hair

and sunk her slugs to oblivion;

the red of her pained lips

seep blood into my mouth,

and her skin is soft white

like a light bulb,

her body delicate

like the vase once housing

the Gardenia;

her eyes having read Hitler

she speaks in tongues confessing

our sins upon holy Mary and Joseph

as they close and shrivel

in silence

around the Revolver

in his hand

 

 

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One response

  1. Such vivid imagery from this one….

    Like

    June 22, 2013 at 7:37 pm

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