The doom day parade
Is moving down a downtown street past the library celebrating the birthday of TS Eliot
And the population is gathered with their children’s hands full of balloons
The nuclear bombs will bloom
The napalm will fly to bar-b-q the flesh of men and pets that aligned themselves with them
The missiles are aimed at the eye of a dragonfly
The doom day parade is only for human
Although it will change everything that commands man, it will kill trees as a happenstance
But the bees take no notice as if they can do without man, they go about their business as it regards flower
Look mom! There’s a bomb, can I ride it?
The doom day parade is full of high school bands
Playing the music of the last man to stand
Look mom! The generals in their uniform, can I ware one, can I!
The little boys cry out to be apart of the festive deeds
The doom day parade is moving through history
It is our story of the final destruction writ by the war mongrels
The doom day parade is coming down your neighborhoods; tanks, bombers and new M-16s gleam in the sunlight
Look mom a machineguns, can I have one, can I!
The children cry with excitement in their eyes
The doom day parade is populated with clowns with large over size shoes, a large red nose and baggy cloths
They are handing out claymores shaped candy, rocket launcher water guns and plastic G I Joes to the children of the parade goers
The last time love slapped me then wrapped me in its arms
I was about to cum, but there was none to hum the sensual delight of taunt flesh tight and dark beyond the tan of lighter men
The last time love pushed me over the edge I was repeating what I thought that I heard about two being one in the heat caught beneath the bed spread where the stain in the sheet looked like the continent of Africa
The last time love ran me down I was playing the down low in full drag with my prick in a splinter made of two twigs from an old fruitless mulberry tree had popped its nut in a cry of hallelujah
The last time love in me found a safe harbor to propagate its meaning I was caught sucking the tail end of a bum on the run for the rape of his son
The last time that love demanded money for its service done I had to rob the bank of my heart to pay the price of one night of joy
The last time that love held hostage my desires I sold my sperms to the highest biter who demanded that I cum in a jar in a tiny room full of hairless Asian boys playing with their interracial toys
The last time that love disrobed me I was a shame of my own nudity, it frightens me to be so bare with my graying pubic hair course and the dark rough tone of my skin
The last time love made me a prisoner my escape was betrayed by a kiss and a kiss did steal the breath from my lips and a kiss did wound the giving nature of my hands
The last time that love tried to school me I was dumb founded by its lessons of the common love for the common good fought for by the priest that molest the boy doing Gods business in the church of the profaned heart.
