Mechanical lead
on clean paper
the neat blue lines
swirling into deformation.
Clinical diction;
speak louder,
they won't understand
parasitic analogy
pushing up daisies
who with any other name
would be unknown,
foul in perception.
How will we survive,
without our material world?
The Holy Madonna
would be kind enough
to elaborate
if she hadn't more
productive things to do.
Dear dead mother,
is that why Jesus can't save us?
Do our healing requirements
cut into his poker time?
Personal poison
in a violet shade
smells so tempting
like a cigarette
cleansing the morning air
turn off the trigger guard
let it lapse into coercion.
Beyond Orion
the lion lies with the lamb,
blood and carcass enticing,
there is no change in nature
that ever-curious omen.
Measurement for jubilation
recipe for denial;
add discovery --
makes the perfect concoction.
For now we'll lift our glasses
to a not-so-diverse culture
and strain to support the smile
resting on the Devil's lips.
