HOLLOW DAYS

April 7th
# 7
HOLLOW DAYS
 
Every day feels like Halloween to me
dressing up like Easter bunny rabbits  
with bloody baseball bats and bad habits
going down to the pub with my leprechaun friend Phil
and then hopping and bar-hopping  
sometimes popping or slipping a pill
looking out in a hollow daze
hoping to find our next kill
I stir up my soul and dip it in chocolate syrup
set it in a heart shaped box with a hole
and hand it with flowers to an empty soul
as the hours devour our power-cocks felt
and our marshmallow peeps melt away
giving thanks on each independence day
for a new deathday and a new birthday
as we drag away and pray for our next prey delivery
ready and tangled and waiting to be mangled
by a diverse universal stranger in the manger
setting her holy holly body under a lit-up fir tree
her flesh wrapping eagerly waiting to be torn free
like life pinata treats for a Dog day pup
with a tinsel town knife ready to open her up