Love is the Old illegal, Love is the new City Wide Ban.
Magical Malediction of Exasperated Want,
Passion Fruit splayed Eyes of the World
For Christmas Charcoals
And Incinerated House Hold Pets
Have you Gotten your Ticket Yet?
Don’t want to be left out
In the cold cold Ugliness,
Now Would’ ya?
Fragile, So Don’t try and Get away,
I’m Quite sure your legs and Arms and Dainty Bits
Would Chip like Glass and Bullets Dance
Or Truth be Told
And Told in Crass,
Your Last ‘n Chance.
“Boys jacking off in school toilets, by sight, know each other as agents of Galaxy X.”
But do you know? And know it slow? Oh Honey face.
Snapped room and strangely Flat,
Mangled inhuman Waiters of poison Smut.
Serving part and rest-stopTrays, Of, Larceny as
The New Citizen.
Violation of the Sanitary Code,
Squealing Certified doorways
Lead to Crack
(But not the Crack you Might think I’m talking of)
The Kind that Hides and Peaks,
The Kind that Speaks and Speaks,
Oh, Of! and About!
Those Long and Magical Maledictions
Of Exasperated Want.
Like Subtle brown Hairs, Revealed in harsh and Unforgiving Fluorescent Light,
And in short,
As you mother might say,
-I am The Hero-
Copyright © Arthur Flockwhimsy | Year Posted 2008
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