VISIONS OF A TIME: DARKNESS IN A VERSE

in #poetry6 years ago

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Hahaha, I come
With two twists and a hook like
Two membranes pulled apart
By bullets, poison topped
Like icecream cones and berries.
Forget it, two twists I said.
Here let me place the scenes
Chronologically, optimized and sanitized
For your sadistic delights and
Voyeuristic hunger that clings
To your lips like old vomitus.

Dirty dishes on clean sinks
With clogged drains gurgling soap suds
Like hungry old widowed lips
Watching the quiet street
With shaky hands holding
Grimy binoculars to cataracts
Even as gas leaks slip through
Empty rooms holding old
Monochrome pictures of young girls
Showing their knees to blurred
Men smoking pipes and women.

Gaslight on rough shod streets
That hold horseshoes to hooves
Then later tarmac to turning tires
In the merry chase of lights and fuzzy
Buildings outlines that spun by
Like racing horses on the sidelines,
Clinging to asphalt and concrete tracks.

The twist comes with a hook
A tie, two big bricks, a chain
And bullet to the head; a mafia hit.
The Apollo Theater in Sapele spills guts
Of old movie scenes in reels and tapes
Of colourful stars now concealing bones
In cemeteries close to churches
Where God visits and gifts mercy.

Sundays are for dying;
Two loves entwined like Siamese
Leaking body fluids into condoms
And bed sheets rumpled and squeezed
With sweaty warmth and clogged breath
Kissing lips filled with dope smoke
Choking on young aging lungs;
Advanced cancer just around the corner.

Klynic says I use to many words
But twists and turns, forget me nots
And mazes that amaze me tease me
As I try to tie these two beats
Ringing from Dr Dre and Eminem
Screaming fuck the police.
Watch your tongue or get blue black
Beat up eyes blink to blank eyed police
Sirens calling you to bail;
Fifty grand per head.

Dead men talk too much;
Lazarus in a casket cascading
Down waterfalls that fall into a serial
Killer's nightmare of bleached white
Euthanized victims staring at a camera
Duct taped to the wall of a farm house
Singing church music as birds twit
On twitter about bad weather and who
Died last night with a little girl astride
His fat, stretch marked grimy laps.

Twisted ruins twist and turn
Through mazes sunk in underground
Chambers like pyramids and cenotaphs;
Anubis and Medusa copulating,
Breaking bread and wine,
Killing four legged things,
Two legged things and men.
Visions of eternity; paradise, perdition,
Hahaha, I come.


©warpedpoetic, 2018.

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