everyman

the sanctimonious ellipsis
doubles its strength
in blanched forests
of thinly veiled tears
lamenting lost children.

Lives wasted
none gifted
parsimonious love
lavish self-indulgence
nothing else matters
excepting this pursuit
for my amusement

scorching conjecture
amalgamating my skull
covered in ointment
the essence of fruit
culled from your clutch
these appendages

emasculating whores
to osculate a scrotum
experiencing God