world of ubiquitous flesh
in voluptuous butchery
lips foaming on a blood bowl
a carnage of battered death
a comedy of masques accompanies
opening doors in mirrors
where shattered images fill their vacuities
with coaxing falsettos to make
you laugh & breath & pretend
to believe you are not lost
as the world dies to your lies
rituals of existence
that instead of offering votive
celebrant taboos fence
our words with titles for laws
Gift of Tongues
Regis
Paul;-)