Symbiotic doomsday devils
dance in the sorbet-brisk bath
of Merlot and honey-combed crackers.
Scuttles on the moonlit awning,
basking through the window of
summer’s opaque glass;
Princess Crass, rudely anointed
sitting in the blood bath
beyond borderless enemies
and caged shadows.
“Sedition is corrupt!” she proclaims.
placed dishonestly in a molten
multitude of tristful tales.
Soul’s sold, desperate and bold.
Cavalry of brothers scraped sharp
by pitiful protests designed by
greedy pedophiles and sadists,
laden with neurotic dispossession.
Amethyst calamity, crown-slayer’s obey
false annuities cooked diligently
over stewed Press.
A wonderwall wallflower,
discreet with conceit.
Respite convulsions and Tetris gambles.
Kaleidoscope scavenges and
fortuitous splendours arise from
infinitesimal cohesion of deities
and our species, united under
shining stars and comet-struck hooray’s.
To undress, seething beneath
and outflanked demand:
Normality congruent with insanity.
Curious nimble beings:
Aeonian aliens of stardust lineage,
inklings of visions demonize patrons
who paint seas of pirate-parades.
Strapped by Japanese anchorage,
Buddhist principles victimize the
carnal affluence, wealth’s deprivation.
This is all just dystopic imagination,