The Holy Mechanic

The red glow of anxious sexuality
Bears its teeth at the hoards of whores
Fiction impregnating the mind
Cats catching tongues
Catatonic to the re-runs of history's eldest trade
Sodomizing sadists neon crimson rage
For lack of what they have done
For a thousand ill advised remarks
To a thousand unkempt patrons of paradise
Hands unabashedly knotted in self lust
A geometric figure languidly emerging from
The depths of denim
Solemn shadows with lost momentum
A purgatories worth of descending pendulums
Edging, envy closer
Transfixed in transit, the volume turned all the way down
Mono mind, in-stereo dreams
These quiet ghosts sink into themselves
Sands of Egypt carried to the gates of Auschwitz
Hunger a cruel god, buried deep in the guts of history
Darkness still susceptible to light
Flashlights procuring a transfer of electrons
Lightning beneath the skin, static akin to movement
Lighting akin to stillness, skin akin to shedding
Making transitory bedding in a pinch
Virgin flesh accounting, lipless mouths pronouncing
The purity of every inch they're missing
Thrusting hairless eclipse of rusty swordfishtrombone
Cosmic fingerprints imprinted on the spine of
An empty saloon
Pretty girl, broken girl
Come to me, the Holy mechanic
I will further dismantle your wings