Cityscape Demons of Doubt

I owe this to a friend...

Sickly avian mists disperse amid the stomping of automatons
returning from Epicurean delights of snouts and sphincters
going to their cubicles where they metamorphose under
sputtering fluorescent bulbs above...

Pestilent, ancient hags regurgitate innuendos of eternal faithfulness
to Kabuki faced harlots who wiled away pre-sun hours
hemming those abhorrent polyester suits up front
to make their cellulose posteriors appealing from the rear...

"Perhaps today, the Count will notice... Maybe someday, I will bathe in virgin blood-Immortal!"

I grudgingly await the transport of my abused carcass aboard that
malodorous, metal death-trap; loaded with unwashed, self glorified sheeple
licking their fangs and baying current swill from
the top f*****g 40oz charts...

"Do you really gotta sit next to me?!?"
Filthy Animals!!!
Oh well, nowhere to run...

Oh well! At least today I get to see him! I get to tell him a thing or three!
Like:
"Desecrate your psychic cadaver with those
toxic
caustic
corrosive
carcinogenic
candies
Little Boy!"

"There you sit glibly delighting in the luxuriant sensation of smearing oily appendages
in that charred substance, upon that chemically treated mica!"

"How can you be an Artist? Huh, little lamb? Because you can't even THINK!"

"Oh yeah? Well... If I wanted the opinion of an a*****e, I would fart!"
Mind Rapist...

Author's Note

This is a reworking of a much older piece. Maybe I should have left it alone but what the hell. Times being what they are...

Reviews

[johnnyqueer]

I LOVE this. You're style is unique. The flow of this piece works so well. I love your wording. I am a definite fan.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

I have to say, your sense of antiquated lust for flowed reason and insanity delights and arouses me in equal measure. Tones myth jumps to street lingo in one smooth bound upon the back of language bastardised but never failing. It veils for me at least but without restraint, what might pass as a civilised conversation between Countess Bathory and Mary Shelly, bravo.

[joshua deathdealer]

Wow I like this. Original and insane...xx

[Kaylor Mason]

This is really unique. "Mind Rapist"--that's a new one. It's clever. Like Kenneth S. said below, it's insane, but not in a bad way. It's almost insane like a puzzle; it scrambles the mind, and you can read this over and over again and get a different image, or different idea, each time, all the while trying to figure out what it really is.

[Kenneth The Poet]

This piece is f*****g insane, and I mean that in the most positive way possible. Like a lioness grabbing the throat of a gazelle, or the plot of a novel by chuck palahniuk, thatis what this poem is like. Just a mind-blowing piece of work.