able bodied
back broken
labors of love
lacquered on nails
of hands that pierce
the gardens of the honest
quick vendettas
cocked back in
oiled revolvers
coffin fitting; metal spitting
darkness eclipsed
from naked centuries
in memorials trove
treasure hunters with golden sleeves
heavy metal heat seekers
targeting sea seekers and
harbingers of hatred
somewhere where distance sleeps
ragged warriors
in crimson caskets
wrapped in roses by
rosy cheeked mistresses
here in the fairytale
with coffee stained papers
million dollar lies
find sanctuary in the bushes
bit lip, FitBit Barbie dolls
with finger throat
finger foods
on the embers of a scale
success stories
in white flames
bible pages
pretty pictures
people pleading preachers
with numbers over salvations
intoxicated gardeners
with no will to nurse
the nay sayers and ner do wellers
corruption, politics, all that good stuff
to feed the fasting feeling full
kissing stone steps
in the back of the church
i loved him yet i hated
how hurtful his tongue could preach
when the glass glittered
like glue for the glutton
A penny for your thoughts
to break the broken bankers
fingers to cinch the clueless
grasping the grey and greedy
to wring the masses dry
in a pit and pendulum style of dominance
do you hear me, ye lying prophet?
hear the angry roar of the rebellious
fiendish forgiveness for the false and fabulous
rolling dice to take the tick-tocking time
from the lambs in the slaughterhouse
tears to roses; naught in disguise