Saturday, March 1, 2014

Florida




Turning on the dias for all to see, to observe; obscenely spinning spun on the

     penis-shaped peninsula in the lapsed sun drenched harlot-drunken land-

Sodden with blood

       paved with broken bits

of bone.

Roads that lead to dysfunction and bigotry

     and hate

All built on the fear and ignorance, as sin against the heart of Love.

(Angels walk among devils with hard masks made of needlemarks that pierce the souls of seraphim)

Dancing in the light of a moonless moon

Stolen into swamps and turned into foxfire and heat lightning that dance over the graves of the discarded.

The land of flowers blooms with death...

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