At the end of the world
as two black titans sat
and ate the flesh of
all divine beings
we danced along Turhan Bey
and rewrote old lore.

You fingered forgotten scriptures
and yourself
as I masturbated to the unfocused buzz
of Leonard Cohen
being picked up by an archaic receiver
from Crowley's.

The american Dream lured
small children into a cave
of dark obscurity
and unattached philosophy
as Dian bled untold pastels
from her belly of light
upon the karmic illuminati.

With shattered ankles we ran
yet unwritten newsprint
to the nation's leading hypochondriacs
as they filled the space between
imaginary lines in themself.

Scarlet fever wore herself
past the velvet ropes
into the spiritual Cancer department -

past patients paid with patience,
past white nurses in white dresses
with white eyes
smoking sun-black Newports
and smiling inwardly
towards the Psyche ward.

This is awesome buddy, makes me laugh in a good way Great style

Much obliged! Thanks for reading.

nice read

enjoyed the write...nice visuals

i did stumble in the fourth stanza, just a bit

"With shattered ankles we ran
yet unwritten newsprint
to the nation's leading hypochondriacs
as they filled the space between
imaginary lines in themself."

maybe it is the word 'yet'...perhaps it is just me, I'm not sure.

:glasses cool