GHOST BLOOD

April 2nd
#2

GHOST BLOOD

Seething orgasmic ectoplasm
erections of a spiritual spasm
spewed onto you and everything
I know and knew was me set free
honest and true goo covering you
Hovering loving covens filled with disease
set in the oven at 425 degrees
for half an hour alive and eternally dead
ready to devour your head
with everything the flower
(dipped in egg and coated in flour
with seasonal seasonings of an April shower)
-had to say and was said----
Ghost blood filling
within a crusty pasty pastry
filling your head with the tasty dead
Grab a fucking fork, fool
and stab a fucking forkful, bud
of my homemade hoe maid
bitchin' kitchen
motha-fuckin'
ghost blood