by GFLee
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The skies have broken out in a rash.
Nocturne, the hairy illegitimate bastard-beast
is skidding rampant
loose on its claws
on the city’s linoleum undersides
The certain girl with moonlight in her arms
(I have been watching her)
feels sick from eating
too many figs, grapes, cherries and pomegranates
And her menstruation cramps
crumple her stomach
The thirsty old wolf Nocturne
is trammeling her –
trepanning her belly
The moon above is a careering golden Cadillac
driving her to a teenage pleasure spot
But it crashes on Blind Villain’s Elbow
her blush is a pink blaze
spreading out of control across the dockside
destroying livelihood and property
An emergency is declared
but the lines are down
The rescue team is caught unawares
by the stinking fuckface Nocturne
and chloroformed in their sleep
The tremble in her breast is an earthquake
which is causing a natural disaster
killing untold thousands of people
Leaving thousands more homeless
and in appropriate bereavement
Seacraft dash and slam betwixt
knee of rock and groin of foam
The mayor and the police commissioner
evacuate the populace
before all and sundry are scorched
quick and black by her illegimate lust.
I am stranded in a tear frozen in the corner of her eye.
Nocturne curls up her body
and licks his oily red lips.
© David McComb
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