Tickle the Devil Dynamic

Tickle the Devil Dynamic

A Poem by Freder Fredersen (aka Grady)

the cheese stands alone


Deep angles and hungry fingers
tickle the devil dynamic
Priests regurgitate lie-spangled
Salvation spun from pilgrim genes
And the milky breasts of  Ever
Witches and saints in marital
Congress. Canonized blasphemy
With mustard and biscuits and pain.

Base rhythms and whispered maybes
Tickle the devil dynamic
Rock stars and junkies harmonize
Bobbing in cryptic Eden’s pools
For the grail with the red gravy
Is any knowledge damnable?
Are there still pure paths through Sodom?
Eyes and tits and teeth and sex stars

Dot and dot the upper abyss
Rot and rot the holiest kiss
Judge and blame most spotless lamb
And splatter him on the doorpost

Faces with horny greed inlayed
Tickle the devil dynamic
Tickle the devil dynamic
Tickle the devil dynamic
Until dust returns to itself

© 2009 Freder Fredersen (aka Grady)

Author's Note

Freder Fredersen (aka Grady)
Some doors have no key, some keys can't be sung, some songs have no rhyme, some rhymes are just doors.

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hey Grady, i like this. But is there a typo 'The milky breasts of Ever ' Is it meant to be Eve?

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Freder Fredersen (aka Grady)
Freder Fredersen (aka Grady)

Cleveland, TX

I'm as wired as a Kamikaze train wreck dance off in downtown Screamerville! When I write I try to leave this world behind and create a new dimension of words and other fresh organic ingredients. In ot.. more..