Last of First's
tic…tic…tic…
part 1…
today is your last day
a last of firsts…
all is the first ever done
on a first…last day
the crimson jumps
the pigs in their pen
drenched in deaths sweat
acquiesce in time…
a first for them to…
on this…your first
last day…
lonely conjugal visit
callous is the hand
toothbrush
comb
****…
shower
shave
tic… tic…tic
visits from the cosmos pray…
with christ on a stick
a requisitioned incongruity
pomp and circumstance
and fine cuisine
new clothes,
new hair,
a fashion plate…
with chips and cracks
like the broken faces
through one way glass
old books missing parts
empty chapters long dead
virgin white and red
raped…torn…battered…
your best work
tic…tic…tic
the erudite apes
behind poison ink
dipped in their pustule
with polluted pens
murder for peace
so vomit death
today
just for you
on this…
your first…
last…
day…
a
duality…
part two…
on the doorstep they wait
dance as fast as you can
while footsteps jangle
songs of sacrifice
and one special key
that bears your name
it’s hard to dance
when death has the lead
a pill for your soul
from the captain to be
pretty little blue orb
now try and relax
your ***** is near
tic…tic...tic..
a pestilential whore
to parade your flesh
to mans killing fields
scrubbed clean and bright
and lemon fresh
a palmolive tomb
how thoughtful they
on this
your first
last day
tic…tic…tic…
hells kitchen awakes
infinite, god damned
screaming malevolent imps
f_ing bloody sheets
the steel cages roar
a crown to wear
as demons chant
a three-legged beast
dead ears unseen
your turn to ride
mans death machine….
tic…tic…tic……
……bang……….
no more last days…
for you…
Copyright © Shaun Hull | Year Posted 2017
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