art by eNdO
Dirty Sermon
The night is hoarse with protest
Vomiting bodies: North South East West
Love whispers reserved for the dead
But dick pics and sugared asses
continue to warm the middle classes
And clown vagina millionaires
spread their dicta in the air
Right or wrong
They throw arsenic lullabies
at the rebel’s song
Red carnage at dawn
And silence seizes the town
A half dead baby in foetal rest
spider violets bruise his chest
The Grim Reaper flew
back to Washington
he kissed a pigeon in the gutter
and had dinner with Ned –
at the Emergency Food Bank
An American Eagle clipped her wings
and for five whole days she heard
Gershwin sing.
Saira Viola pop scribe poet fiction ball buster song lyricist and creator of sonic scatterscript when not penning words for her scripted universe can be found under the flutter of a Red Admiral or playing astro tag with Jimi and Ali. On occasion has been found in psychtropic discourse with Rimbaud or helping in soup kitchens and dancing with subway kings.
Absolutely love your style! This poem deserves more attention.
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