Remanded in quicksand
South are men at arms caressing M 60 machine guns
North is a contingent, hand-ling napalm bombs
East…. east lie 23 armored tanks
West, masked and bearing the semblance of space men
Stand 10 pongos, ready for biological warfare
The airspace dinging with battle planes
Extremely pregnant and ready to bear ballistic missiles
“Consume her thoroughly!” orders the Generalissimo
“Leave nothing but vapeeeouurrr”
Surrounded, lacking a point of exit
The sand swallowing her knees greedily
Insatiable and wet
The southern aims
The northern prepares to swing and sling
The eastern bears in with the migraine rumble
Of its metallic monsters, shaking the theater of war
Provoking the sand to consume her bosom
The western unplugs 200ml chemical flasks
And the pregnant planes go into labor
There then, she sinks into irrelevance
Her shoulders already enveloped in blanket heavy wetness
At the centre of enemy territory
A single cadet lost to my battalion
Dying without penitence and absolution
A victim of the best arms
Yet, lo behold!
Her last sight is the Phantom Knight
Breathing fire, spitting sulphuric bombs
Riding to her deliverance
He pulls her by he groping hair
And cultivates a sulphuric kiss of life upon her still lips
His embrace? Might it be safer?
Might it really?
Violencia? Answer me!
COPYRIGHT Ivory Confessions 2010
Weuwe.....eti "cultivates a sulphuric kiss of life"...hehehe. Great piece yu have here. You know, it'd be better for her to go with the Knight who came to her rescue...anything but die alone.
ReplyDeleteHi Jason!fan number one..barikiwa! better to go with the knight who reeks of sulphuric acid? tough choice. But maybe then she will learn another hard life lesson that will make her wiser? who knows?
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