My ethanol abyss peeked over the horizon once again
With welcoming, tired arms and a broken back
Verbally profane troops germinated from the saliva of past dictators
That impregnated the porous virgin grounds without foreplay
Like a shroom birthed on cow pies
Doughty, yet tired they grin in resentment
This time without false starts
Introductions once again to the tyrant dysentery
Lonely waters waiting to serve
Hello. Welcome to the slave’s dire misery
“Can we come in,” they ask.
Solace consumes, yet they stand as busy as bees
A salute to our Queen on crutches
Neglecting a release for bondage
As she serves the waiting cyanide trips
Hidden as molasses
To the throne!
My legion of so-called friends contend
The reigning faction of the Kings rise once again known only as the J’s
The lonely wolf in a pack’s trial tries twice, maybe three times more
Perhaps even more
The abrasive words rend silk faces
Lend to me my silence
In order now, send for Napoleon
To conquer this trend in backwashes
And isolated stagnant ponds
Where the fawn drinks tonight not knowing the dangers
A flash! Thunder! Shot through parked legs!
The episode commences and ends just as soon
Some lost in unrequited adoration for the enemy on stilts and faulty platforms
A place where the dizzy fall to their palms and knees
“Send, send for my love the steed,” they shout in contest
© 2008 James Kelly Evans II
