(!ding!)

 

(!ding!)

sugary lights!

bright snaking hues of dull

brea(king) news has broken free.

s/he’s tearing god eyes from devil ewes,

using the sound wave like an unsound whip

to flip gold coin heads on their brain dead tales,

nailing pure truth to a crossbred lie.

now, the sky is a trashcan for de(fl)a(te)d wishes;

flying fish flopping on bloodied deck,

teensy shipwreck that sinks grander morality,

micro-fatalities climb temple walls like flame tongues,

back-masked martyrs hung with care,

to scar & scare ornamental saints

painted black & strung on this flat timeline;

this timed flat line;

a scream away from a crime

of passionless sadism,

or sadistic passion,

depending on the brand of guilt

you’ve built to tilt

your pinball

play day.

(!ding!)

Reviews

[SkinlessFrank]

feels like self-flagellation, sharp and stinging