He fingers the small brown beads like a broken leaf trembles in the breeze the beads they scatter on the marbled floor only echoes in the empty hall – Father Jim the russet rose crushed crisps of amber ash like bubbles burst in the breeze he sleeps he sleeps nailed to the hangman’s heart. *******
The stranger grins at me through the mirror his eyes green his eyes cold. I smile back seroxat, risperidol and xanax mad cocktail with my cuppa. *******
She winks
as I stare
at her form
her blood-red
nipples
like the fresh
grapes
in Cold Storage
on Sabbath
morning.
I blink -
she sinks
into the tub
her head
floating
on the pool
of Babylon’s vine.
*******
he inserts ever so delicately
the red plastic fork
into Frank’s testicles
like a pair of meatballs
Father Jim he dips he sloshes
he rolls ever so deliciously
those meatballs
in sauce like burgundy like blood
like fags in the house of God. *******
He pulls
tugs
peels back
the mask
that is his
foreskin
of his miserable life.
Nothing down
there…
only a tingling
reminder
of who
and why
he is.
He just is.
Black jack among strangers at night three bottles of beer empty three packs of Camel untouched on the table a maze with no exit, the playground for fools – we run we falter nowhere to hide. Like fucking pigs to the slaughter house the Butcher He is coming. *******
Torch the candle with the match that strikes the chords that make music in your heart. The candle that burns hues of magic yellow that burns your house down. That burns your house down. *******
Yellow gold bubbles out of three-inch glass on the coffee table. Past midnight it is crime night tonight Adrian Lim meets Ted Bundy in silver white shards shattered on the floor. Damn, my head hurts. Am I in heaven?
He smiles jagged rows of coffee-stained teeth like soiled diapers three days old. He winks once twice crow’s feet wrinkle the corner of his right pale green eye. He winks once twice again and again I close my eyes take a deep breath and pierce my fork into one eyeball. *******
The red Washington apple spreads its wings flies over the kitchen table and poops on my face. The evil princess laughs again and again. God bless the apples. *******
