hair uh the beast that bit ya

all who are not
we must die we
will perfect what
god could not
universal narcissus
admires its image
pale shade of
mirror in
black hole
babble on worships
its own blind
self

watchmen weep on
walls mourn

knock-off perfection
stealing your way
perfection in a
biodegradable pod
faux green
sterile mutant mold
stay
on target

skeleton
bone cages held
together chinese finger
torture style

do not jaywalk
naked always cover
intent with
breathing tubes
fallopian and otherwise
intravenous fog
green haze
mindbleep

social hazard cloaks in
pearly dental flossed
razors patrons fawn at
sparkle in their
fables glittery &
sterile
mold disguised as
eternity dip

wallets are
disease we must remove
them surgically
we will
consume for you

remain six feet from
your doors and
windows at all
times
stay in your perfection
portals
breathe only on
cue

perfection is
coming be
patient it has
stopped to admire
itself in a
vacuum hole
echo chamber

let them eat
echoes repeat after
me feeding tubes in
place choice
is no longer an
option

there are only vain
repetitions vain
repetitions vain
repetitions are all
that is left

who can make
war with
beastie?

 © John Kennan 4-9-21