California Killing Fields
by soldamerican-
miles away.
well I was plagued
and pale and panicky,
ripped up torn pages of a
glamor rape magazine,
coco lips pressed to
the cool floor
beneath the hoard
- lovely.
lowly lows loathing
show boats & warships.
flicked a spittle
writer ribbon atop
white middle fingertips
& said,
'praise the passive lord, pretty.'
'yes of course, of course.'
'you are forever, ever golden.'
(oh & then some.)
such a fearless feeling
breathing like new
free fare blaring lights thru
iron clad glass and
such as life, the knifey night
comes to pass, short & sweet;
shock treatment, therapy.
shot right thru me.
weak need.
stripped bare and bored
I stare and mourn
& I laugh.
bliss
wrapped in magic,
you poor perfect bastard.
I would just
hate
to be you right now.