botched exorcism

maybe it's war

around the corner

that got my head half-cocked,

or demonic possession

one

    two

        three

              four

                  five

                      six

legions of Lucifer  \.\\.\\\.\\/.\/.\/\.

                              once you peer into

                              darkness, you carry it

                              with you for the rest of

                                                                  your life.

fifth column.

we are guided by whatever hell

controls us.

                            Maybe it's war

or mud mouth

suicide suffocation.      God Waltz.

The music plays-

the band left town last week,

but the music still magically plays.

Cain, Nero, Judas, Belial--

enemies of Christ.

Etched relics

of a cursed & curled world.

Fist nebula

chemical castration-

baby poem burned from fetus.

We live w/ love--

nails driven through.

Our hands

and feet stigmata.

Nobody

          believes

                      poetry

anymore.