Tie the fake down
Watch the body break
And stick his head inside a lunch box
Obsessed with the teachings of Confucius
Record another fantasy
All this
The night the lights went out
Behind the burning crucifixion
The blood chars to the wood
Steel surface
Meld into one, seep into the influence
March in a staggered line
Off the edge of the planet
Swallowed into a gaping maw of secondary abyss
Clocks spin backwards, return to a time when blood didn’t spill so easy
Drip down a corrugated surface
Swallowed up by thirsty hardpan
Created by the fuss and witchery of daily regime
The undead walk only when I marionette their corpses
Carry a Doberman's head on my key chain
Gash down and surrender in the eleventh hour
Ears drain as fast as your friend
Drown in violence
Yesterday you were both submerged in a different kind of pool