Funeral Parade
Nothing tastes
like MURDER
she asked if it would hurt
I smiled and said "NO"
the greasy lie ran down my chin
like liquid embryo
her young blood made me hard
to the point of bleeding
we smoke the ashes of our
universe, the children
are ours to feed the dogs
the girl was worn and lonely
easy to please my penis
LOVED her immediately
she gagged
but swallowed
LIQUID DEATH, the thoughts
of DEAD BABIES DEPARTED
the pale thing danced
in the moonlight
we whispered and threw shadows
in celebration of the living.
A funeral hymn for the
pale fetus that turns over COLD
in her belly. she pops another pill
and rubs her cunt against my leg
with my semen on her breath,
WE
Kiss
DEEP
D.R.
