After B.P.

Caustic ephemera spill over blotter lips, oracles turn blue in wait of new believers, belltowers shake leaves attempting updates for digital ears, the holy spirit is filled with cancer, your blood no longer satisfies, cramped chorus girls shake out aches to kick drums thumping, keeping steps ahead quicksand sucks, bleak futures, when death questions you’d better answer formally

chasing wilted flowers weaves maps to exposed bankruptcies, every guilty action atones father’s negligence, I chew them and wretch his petrified pew, beetles crawl beneath dermis issuing spiteful divisive commands, your hollow prophecies will echo into gravel, I’ll pound my incantations to time, your dust steaming my cauldron, I’ll build a new dragon who’ll pull down a moon for lighting your extinction and releasing the dance.

Freddy La Force