Jezebel's Son
Scripted
Euphuism
and "I decrees"
High school
dropout~
six degrees.
the slight
deviation
of parted
lips laced
with lipstick
tasting temptation
trailing off on collars
painting necks
and sensitive subjects
the way LSD
creates psychedelic
sightings
I feel feelings
all over me.
Snapping fingers
trying to remember a
word, what word,
what word
-what word?
Her kiss created
jazz, Ignited
Ursa Minor
reflecting light
off the moon
and like a wolf
I wanted to
consume
the morsels she laid
along a hallway
to the bedroom door.
Hearts race
dive in
disaster.
she controls my
commander's
override
and squeezes
the trigger,
ever so gently
a fatted calf slit
viewed through
smoke.
an Iraqi
baking bread
before prayer
Crosses
adorn mosques.
Sniper's scope,
a throat, gulp.
In blood I wrote:
heaven must'n
have means
to erect
war memorials;
no angel feuds,
No gold or silver,
oil or riches,
just a place
flowing with
green pastures
going no place
particular, well,
maybe one,
~~a kiss~~
that births a son
another war begun.
Copyright © Ts Lewis | Year Posted 2015
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