monstrosities

<p>'monstrosities'</p> <p><br></p> <p>come</p> <p>don your spider silk trousseau, indulge me</p> <p>a jig—</p> <p>funeral hymn and devil's perfume—</p> <p>blackened, our matrimony</p> <p>miasma, our vows</p> <p>ever faithful i'll be to&nbsp;</p> <p>rust-mouthed promises</p> <p>while you cherish my slack cock&nbsp;</p> <p>against your thigh.&nbsp;</p> <p>in honey light our shadows creep</p> <p>as we fuck in this church van</p> <p>spawn a slit-eyed bastard&nbsp;</p> <p>meant to rule gravy train slugs</p> <p>then leave it steaming—</p> <p>glistening under dashboard's light—</p> <p>saw-toothed smile crooked and pure</p> <p>while we murder cherubs with our rubber gloves on.</p> <p><br></p> <p>#barflypoet</p> <p>#josephapinto</p> <p>www.josephpinto.com&nbsp;</p> <p>© Copyright Joseph A. Pinto. All Rights Reserved.</p> <p>*</p> <p>Poetry served to you raw and unedited from the moment crafted;</p> <p>all poetry is older work and chosen at random unless otherwise noted.</p> <p>*</p> <p>'From My Front Steps,' 'Scotch and Scars' and 'A Distilled Spirit' poetry collections available in paperback and ebook on Amazon.</p>