Cigarette Halos Coughing Out Ghosts

Many years ago a sad house enlarged its violent tales

Mascara painted dreams smeared bloody on faded checkered walls

Thumb stubbed cigarette halos coughing out ghosts

Over gimrack bedside snake sleaze

He was an army

So she did as he pleased

Her fishnet stockings razored mesh

Soul shed tokens shredded on floor-mats

Hosting butterfly knife inch thick angel dust

Peppering a darkly delirious dance upon vomit caked regret

Diana’s skinned sensuality held hostage

For he had bullet hole eyes and a machine gun heart

And wore a Cheshire grin

Sharp as a battle axe

Wrestling to harvest her body’s thrashing grain

And plunge his rust eaten scythe

Beyond malice’s ravening abyss

Into Golgotha’s nailed arms

To spite God’s belligerent thundering

And slit ocean wide my mother’s orchid chastity

Just because the ugly bastard could;

That night screamed above dead stars

Diana’s muffled roar

Sapless tongue

Funeral prophecies spinning like earthquake headaches

Lashed desperation a blood licked cistern

Leaking out her cherry gashed lips

Through a blackened buffering silence

Forever cold with tinfoil bitten cruelty

When her pumpkin head nearly caved in

Greased pulp and squeezed seed eyed mannequin pieces

Splattering horror stories no one would ever know

And she feared that her children would find only bone crushed dust

Because his hitman fists were racing time like lightning;

And though he is long dead

I must declare that I forgive his sorry soul

But my mother’s forget me not tears

Still get mistaken for rain

Whenever the devil’s thunder digs up his unholy name.