What it felt like

Yoohoo aren’t you that guy from Youtube

Googled you on Yahoo, dig your flowing

Wanna duckduckgo out with you some teatime after rush hour passes

How quick an hour passes, stimulus and reaction, watered patch, rose in the hand

Catch two in your headband hashtag body bag toe tags like ragprice pendant

Tic tac toe catch a tiger by the throat to find he’s made of paper, machier machinations

Machiavellian madvilliany how I ply the trade of words to raise my station, whole estate

Deeds with my name on, Targaryen then I’m Damon, fuck horseback I’m dragonback

Getting bareback on a member of my family, a feared leader and man of a mind military

Exmilitary how the hoes are scared, dimmers dimmed, lights to liminal, making Grudge sounds

Surrounded by blood no suds can scrub away, remove myself to the rainspattered shrine

Foot of a gravelled garden path, down that way I travel mind unravelling

Picture a judge wig and gavel passing down sentence, a candle and incense burn

Marking the last of my line, I take my knife it shines in the moonlight and geld myself thenthere

Quare sensation when my genitals exit, blood sketching red pictures, satanic mentions

In my gratitude speech after winning the election, abstention only from decency

Stabbing myself above the knees, pleading for release, smoking so much weed

Turned a hippocrene to a schizophrene, who ain’t from the streets, Stillorgan east

Where even the needy drive new beamers, 100 inch television screens, Venezeulan cleaners

Vixens in short skirts and leggy extra with venom sliding in DMs, in thrall my trident

Stepping back Joe Biden, making sure cum hits eye

I’m done and once I climax that’s bye bye, twice in case I stuttered

Any danger away like a manger

Manager arrange it on the day, no names

Bag with a bomb in it, on the tram vomiting from sarin gas

Karens en masse getting cut in half, axe haft splattered

Samurai Bastard, roaming Ronin leaving open throats

Japanese clothing, shoes shined whiter than Mount Fuji

Looking boujie before walking into the suicide forest

Against or for us, head from neck divorce, gunsound report

I’m on the eastern seaboard worrying about coral health

Choral sounds played backwards like something from hell’s hell

Half Robert E Howard, half Robert Crumb

Half Robert E Lee, half Robert Graves

Half demonseed, half Jesus Nazarene.

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