there is no pen
no keys on the board
no rhymes in the rhythm
to bring my furious apocalyptic
circus of peaches and lizards
cast in copper and cow’s milk
to an end

i’ll tickle the martyrs
make them giggle at
distilled ideology

a bare **** hyena
on a cross of perverted
peppermint dreams
laughing at the stars
of invisible hooligans
and queens

narcotic logic
a saucy prophesy

let’s chew the governor’s gum
dance with the ugly ballerina
of sewage and power
and ***** the democratic
statue of liberty

godless addicts,
storming the streets at dusk,
reptilian vultures
smacking at the chops for
ceremonial wreckage

a colony of despair and
heavy hearts, sniffing blow
from pages of divinity

oh, don’t you know?
that rotten ole bible
buried with your cadaver,
just a rotten floppy book
of lies and wisdom dreams,
flaccid logic in a wilderness
of life

the truth was at the force of
your birth, a shocking ******
into awesome naked existence,
a fat and chunky firecracker of
hope

there are no iron gates
in the sky, waiting to be opened
just for you

just this dangerous soup
of humanity,

you make your mark
not for death, but here
for the living, and the living
after that