the ghost of Hamlet drives his Cadillac
from Denmark to Dallas

ghost foot stepping heavy on the gas
passing decades of decadence
fanned by fallen slaves with hollow faces
skeletons risen from their shallow graves.

watchmen cast their eyes
on dice and dominoes,
blind to murderous deeds
passing men begging on their knees
    whispering ****** words from chapped
chained lips
              
scoffs drowning pleads of 'don't shoot,
I've got kids to feed.'

Abraham walked down highway sixty-one
back to the sacrificial altar
carrying his rabid dog,
a bow, fifteen arrows and two pistols
in holsters -
                 best friend blown, shot in the head
splattered brains and bones spread on the rocks
                            sat drinking the blood
mixed with a double shot
to ease the swollen sense of shock.

Antonio is going home,
assets seized
though the loan remains unpaid
        walking the narrow
thorny road
his poems couldn't pay the bills
and pelicans sit
beaks wide and hungry
seeking holy loaves and fish to feed
    they watch a king pass
walking on water
as hunters and fishermen shoot
at the easy flocks of prey
           ready for bullets to spray
while clowns play
splashing in the shallows,
           they better pray to their gods now
for the day of reckoning shall be known.

blood floats on the water
under the purple painted sky
eyes shut  
     blurry from crying
all through the night,
                
              the resurrected king died a second time
now the hackers wipe his memory
       smirking Moloch's stinking grin
chicken grease drips from sharpened teeth
running down their chins
onto crisp white shirts
under petticoats stained with sin.

golden chalices and plastic cups  
       lifted in cheers
toasting on the cusp of greatness
party anthems sung in jest
as the prophet waved goodbye
                                      falling spread,
         punctured neck and chest
eyes shut  
            he lay shot dead.

Sisyphus fell back to the foot of a hill
rolling his stones
with a mountain to climb
asking for a lift,
    the driver shook his head
saying dimes are no way to pay in this rat race
and road-blocks
have closed the one-way that lay ahead

the impending street parade
with waving banners of death
flapping in the wind
   limousines turn into hearses
as the speechless crowd stand breathless
wondering in silence
                               who's next....