THE CHRIST BEHIND THE ELECTRIC EYE I. Mad Howler with bloody tools Aching Grace with press-on nails A forked and clacking peroxide tongue Indulgences sold for the honey tresses A wicked queen tilling bleached soil Raising chickens and muting the shockwaves Computed tables and purple torches The end in sight through painted eye-lids II. I grabbed my Bible nonetheless Praying when the commercials came on Stuffing my face with popcorn and Red Vines The tragedy unfolding between bites and chews Breaking News – the rocket exploded Pre-empting the sex and the skin of the hour. III. Picking the bargains apart with meat-hooks A fashion written in electric lines A cantata erasing the end of his sentence He sits on the couch with a cell phone and pouts A molten beauty with a lily-white cross IV. "Wreckage from the first of many storms that year," The announcer intoned amidst computer simulations the rickety man made his rounds Victoria's Secret on gyrating hips |
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