Redux

Hunters and gatherers
Fetching food for their offspring
Powerful beings rift tides
Lords command nations
Fate leaves you to natural selection
~
Not ever have I brought you
To attention
Gun slung, in salute
An about face
With no definite direction
~
In pools of bile
Puddles of blood
40 ounces and 40 proof
A heat mirage
You,
The father I never knew
And you haven’t a clue
~
It’s true
I’ve needed to get away
Taken the 5am
Straight through Tokyo
Sat amongst ruin
Hiroshima,
Words like sins relived and scorn reborn
~
Mimicking abandonment
Under unwed sheets
I beat my own wench
In heat
Her enormous stench
Of regret
Spilling through my throne
~
I’m thankful
The void within me won’t harbor you
Dock regret in your grave
A cavern fit for a pawn
Used and reused
Nothing to offer royalty
~
A hack in King Arthurs court
Rusted coat of arms
One of those pilgrims
Pillaging children’s dreams
Like Indian soil
~
This is my crusade
I’m full of hope
A future so bright
I don’t need anything to cope
I’m more man
Then you’ll ever be

53

Cash cow In browned white spots
Form from fiction from franchise
That’s the job of the devil
Worship with 666 boxes
Empty of belongings
Full of skin
Sea

Pulled flesh from cubic zirconium
Shimmer in seven sins, sloth
Defibrillation countryside
Paralyzed crowns
kings crawling
stateside
sea

Kraken

Divet
Demanding
Immediate attention
Absence and abscess triumph
Mercury drip, top hats stiff, off to you.