Wednesday, October 9, 2013

Joe Gardner
All eyes are on her
She knows this
When she walks in the room
Sound track of held breath
Following her every step
Shark tooth smile
Hidden behind red lipstick
So inviting
Waiting to consume
Like some ancient goddess
On a stripper pole
Swirling limbs of doom
A hand to caress
You troubled brow and face
A hand to soothe
Your wild heart
A hand at your wallet
And another to hold the blade
While her foot upon your breast
Grinds you into
The white dust of the cremation field
Oh sweet Kali
Ride into my dreams
Mounted upon a rotted corpse
Bring about waves of blackened change
Empowerment through
The constant decay of Time

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