Slug Aviator
Crimson baron,
the scarlet fumes from your tale pipe
paints the sky
with steel blue dye
Duke of the corporeal death plane,
your splatter reign
brings a barrel of spitfire pain
As you hide in the cadaver clouds,
waiting to vulture dive
like a mercenary bird of prey
A king’s ransom is your aerial assault pay
Slug aviator,
you love how fast the bullets fly!
Scattering souls
into ricochet holes under the ground
Your Pilate lit eyes
has owl fatal, night scope vision —
Unerring sniper precision
Crimson baron,
your fierce, falcon wingspan
overshadows a bosom pierced, bloodstained land
Your metal skin
is impervious to mercy plea winds
O how aorta hardened
is your empty chamber conscience
Killing time is when the Iron eagle flies again
Slug aviator,
you love how fast the bullets fly!
Scattering souls
into coffin holes dug below ground
Crimson baron,
the scarlet plumes from your caliber tail pipe
paints the sullen sky
with formaldehyde indigo cast die
Duke of the tomb corporeal plane,
your violent reign
brings a tear flood of eulogy grieving
As you lurk in dark alley clouds,
waiting to condor dive
like a spherical, ravening bird of prey
Carcase-scented coins is your heir polluted pay
Slug aviator,
you love how fast the bullets fly!
Scattering souls
into worm holes buried deep down
Where crypt inscriptions abound,
with royal names of those
Who may or may not know why
they were trigger deposed
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2020
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