The foulest thing is that it’s inside of your eyes.
(This is why blinks are so quick, I surmise,
and whenever I cry, tears turn into doves,
and hear muffled angel laughter twenty-six steps above…)
but before conclusions, a preserved & well-peeled
slice of a frog, whose vice had blood congealed.
Alien from Alien creeping round its neck !
Heavy in its cavities filling up with dreck !
from that burning roving eye there is no cover-
red-mouthed children eating each other-
the smell and tingle of tasered-raw meat
expecting a splash- but the smack of concrete.
Infinite rainbows gnawing at your feet
the burning chaff apart from the wheat-
rainbows in rainbows in rainbows in fire
shattering of rainbows by paralyzed desire
Infinite rainbows descent in a spiral
to this Vision of Hell- sickly- and viral.
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