Posted: August 26, 2013 in Fiction, Poetry
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Her hand was a cruel hand,

Whose mercy drug me under

The temperament of the

Pitter patter pitter patter

Folly of the eve.

The flamboyant flyers adorning

City walls and sunken streets,

Shouting a breadth of distillation

Human attention grubbing greed.

And when the gentlemen had me kindly remove my cap,

And when the gentlemen had her kindly display her bust,

And when the gentlemen had us succeed the threshold,

China scraping, glasses clinking

And a diamond chandelier.

Her exaggerated gait ambled,

Fading excessive carnal longing,

Pleading, let us dance, let us dance,

The ivory gramophone bursting

Gelid diffidence and casual poisons,

Leaking into my backwash gutter filth,

Urging the nightshade’s toxic whisper

In mute provisions etching cerebral pain

In slinking retreat of blacked out high.


The writhing orgy rumbling me to conscious

Entreated sluggish horror,

The sable welkin drunken howls

Seraphim wailing anguished mortal failure,

Boiling serpentine broods breeding

Amidst the thrashing lecherous

Whore of Babylon parade.

The orgy blinded fucking mass,

Whirling fortunes perverse state

Of self forgotten sin sustaining

The ignorant orgasm.

Perdition rising amidst the crowd’s deaf decaying

Partying air deprived vacuum,

The crippling flames engulfing wretched grasp,

My blossomed nightshade tenebrous sepulcher,

Final black retreat.


– edgar albright

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