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Aenemy mine

freedom is
mutant variable we
must escape its
imposition discomfort
all is symptom
look out it's
coming for
your cushion

we read classic
literature philosophy
poetry played music
by light of burning
paramilitary detention
vehicles when it went
dark
laughed as
soon-to-be-corpses
released howling evils
from their cavities
as we nibbled
sizzling eyeballs on a
stick

we cursed god
because somebody
has to take the
blame have the finger
pointed and flipped
at them but yeah
yeshua is
punk
punkest punk among
punks
crew spoke
truth
to power
is light
exposes deeds
darkness where
shoes are
elevator
mace has many
faces
torture chic

will i with
red glowing
eyes flames dancing in
them light torches of
rose petal feathers
saw a leg off with
heart tenderizer
take testicles as
trophies with my
pirate hook
served shaved &
scrambled to its
omelet gardener?

slap conscience in
pan deep fry
with hint of
garlic side of
breaded fetal syndrome
creole style
we eatin out
douse my heart in
accelerant
light the cloth
set aflame
toss it into main
dining hall banquet
this is my
body my blood

spit in his
eye he takes one
of yours you take
one of his he takes
two of yours feed
em to the hogs hey
buddy can you spare an
eyeball sorry pal i
only got the one
it suffers from
astigmatistic cataract
there aren't enough
eyes to go
around but do
not despair we will
tell you what is to
be seen

will mine own
enemy see itself in
mirrors?

will i split her
temple with that
crucifix
strangle her with that
chain?
gamblers say you're
either virgin or
whore and i ain't feelin
so innocent with these
sizzling fetal eyeballs

burn
baby
burn

 © John Kennan 3-29-21
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