A Cog in the Machine Called God

A broken god, just another cog

A broken cog, just another god

Meticulous obituary of obsidian mystery clog the amygdala of the graveyard

Lackadaisical angels rearranging disparity, trying to finish the puzzled thoughts of the masses

Horoscope bone dystopian copious an escape rope maturing on the verge of uncertainty musculature murdering nurturing suffering in the nothing

Promiscuous tissue, summoning blood, plundering the cerebellum

Pumping heart, darting arteries harmony calming my solemn sodomy

Astrological diabolic walls of folly molotoving the strawberry flavoured apologies

Molecular zodiac of Lovecraftian hacky sack gladiators battling magical illusions blooming booming Cthulhu Judas’  judging con-fuddling Solomon hollering sodomy mothering government

The wingspan of insanity shatters dreams through satin Saturn Saturdays lavender lavishly pandering humanity

Brimstone smoke elevates elaborated intercourse and levitates reality like a lycanthropic leviathan

And we are psychotropic firemen, trying to put out the flames higher than Everest’s elegant yellow elephant centennial celery functionality rattling gravel travelling down the hill into mildew beautiful views of blue-hued green deceivery decaying Salem, the truth is hell

 Delaying delirious furious mayhem blooming pollution dooming the future

Hospitable promised land, gospel analytical dominance

Souvlaki octave odyssey octopi spider eyes divined Lionshead medium, medley with spaghetti fed confetti settled, revelling devils pendulum pledging settling illegible allegoric allegiance to peace secretariat merited carefree destiny developing melancholy frolicking symbolism imprisoning prisms of witless decision crimson in the stone ocean of one moment

In lieu of beauty, bearing pumpkin carrot provenance, bottomless

Sink in sorrow, like there’s no tomorrow, yesterday is only a memory

Estranged in deja vu, crane porcelain estrogen messages echoing woes from the whole soulful vorpal mouthfuls of secret peace liberating damnation

Courageous interpretation generational amputation Megalomaniac mutation

Sophisticated hatred grows glimmering groves of Mother Nature matriarch barking up the wrong tree of episodic lobotomy Yggdrasil distilled in the milligram pills that I take, the death I left in my wake

All my mistakes reawakening breathtaking reintegrating hatred’s devastation on my wavelength

And the faithless radio of gospel coughing Holocaust is just not my tune

Author's Note

I very seldom reply to reviews, but I promise I read EVERY single one. I look forward to my next review, because it helps me learn. Even if it's just one word, I promise, I will be ecstatic to have the chance to hear what you have to say. Whenever you write something about my poems, or the themes of my poems, or criticize me it is not in vain. I will listen, learn and be thankful.