Light Saber Tooth Tiger
Around and around we go
and where the sex sinks
stinking nobody
knows
Light strikes the eyes and the body dies
condemned by the unmerciful
the lies and liars
hard pimps with desolate hands
horrorcore fiends wither the
flowers of (dark) romance
twisted, vicious, proud of their
brutality
They make a mockery of their
crude pretensions, grasping infamy
like a snake of rotting garbage.
Who watches the watchmen
asked Juvenal
Who cares to observe
the sizzling nerves of the
System of shocks and terror
(the banality of evil)
by which a small and errant community merits
Awards
Stoking their fires with the poker of disdain
caught in thorned brambles like Dracula
Who persecute their brothers and
sisters in arms, casting blame in the name of
Clout
Who rout the disabled, unable to refrain
from the bloody harmonic sustain of
hypocritical attacks
deranged and psychotic
without knowledge of truth
conspiring behind the backs of
the
innocent
to ruin them
In a parallel dimension the
saber toothed tiger, also known as Smilodon,
Still rules as apex predator
with its undead yawn
On another timeline the unread signs of decay
adjust in split second increments
expanding viral filaments at the scale of deep time
A sublime irony spreads in the chill mind like a widening blood stain
Like a Cheshire cat smile
flash frozen on the vile
chipped away faces of the traitors
In Dante they are encased in the
Ninth circle jerk of Hell
With Lucifer who
gnaws with the delicacy of a
gore-mand upon their
Skulls
Oh dear they can’t get up
whatever’s to be done
for the deleted
for the culled
But so much for preamble…punk rock, let’s go, ramble onwards down the path of the main theme, the dark meat of our
Conversation
the
fate of that prehistoric elite, a tiger
Not Blake’s
(spelled differently)
That squats in the tar
like a spider
This one, its jaws distended like
the puffed body of a
Corpse which
lies
in a body farm for forensic scholars to
discover
Is a lot like yours, or any other
Mortal
The saber tooth
tiger
Was
remained
was
blamed for
many a cruel
death by
subordinate
animals whose final
Breath it caught
Their struggle was for nought
as they disappeared beneath the
Surface of the hot and fart bubbling
knot of
The eaters of the eaten
arrested at the savage state of
Kittenhood
Observers of La Brea, tourists from all over
come to watch the
Stilling of the clock hands
the shroud of time falling on the
Remains of the
mighty foe of
all on whom the
sun shines:
Death the all-destroyer
With its jaws still firmly ensconced
in a final risible frenzy
in the flesh of their victims, now scraped free of
their preserved skeletons
by history
The Smilodon
sank just as far is
Just as far gone
as
They.
Can moral lessons be
extracted from this
Bone rich matrix?
Have we learned a
God damn
Thing from the Salem
witch trials?
Apparently not
we continue to have shot
our final wad
Imperious perpetration of foul
deeds in the name of
a loving
God
Meanwhile, Blake’s tyger runs like a bloodstream through
our dark dreams
And forever screams of the
decadent and depraved
will fold like drapery
piled before the throne
Of Judgement Day.
Horror Sleaze Trash 