late iris
Novocaine will not save you from the pain
of a thousand battle scars buried in tombs
dissecting adrenaline from the iron maidens womb.
haystacks fill with blood from a single hidden needle
parsed between the stitches of Frankenstein's creation
with fountains in my mouth erupting water from its statue
radiating darkened tunnels in an endless domain.
Onlookers bewitched of tears in hues of baby blue,
cruel of the world stripped naked under crawling skin,
striking down bodies in thunderbolts masked in gray clouds,
riddled and travelling atop your head as you lay in bed
pondering like an animal in cage given the last supper.
Words don't move when dental gags speak,
watching your body leak down into a puddle
trapped now beneath the rubble
grumbling and tumbling
rumbling and fumbling
down each step,
the oblivions depth.
marble minnow