New pome

cold bodies and Cold Drinks

withered ink on white paper
true words tucked away in the gun cabinet
you go back to Sipping Drinks at the cabaret
a skeleton in a pin striped suite blood thirsty since birth
but all that’s heard is broken jaw silence
and all that echoes is your mute travesty
drowned out from the millions that scream your name
"Card board cut out!"

you swallow Dollar Signs and Candied Whores
on the giant turtles sand coated back
suckling on Sweet Tastes till the rapture
of that Hallowed Bottle you just forgot
and so will the kids in the cacophony
but not the bodies soaked in cold sweat
left violated by every single second of sickened morality
“We were worth it!”

DONE

I feel refreshed from the weekend.

<>< Mantrain