Bloody Sundae

 
My immune system never knew a lounge chair / Surrounded by the blare / Glares / Right upfront and bare / Hyper-aware / Fare by the dirt that shows / That work is multi-dimensional / Used to be the forgotten role / Now deemed essential / Steam and fire smote / Buck and a dream road / Between all that switching code? / I still spit just to get / Higher than a diplodocus’s throat / I keep asking Epiphany / “Is that all she wrote?” / But she just strangles my consciousness / While handing me a new list / Like some Scheherazade Gambit shit / After Covid Curtain lifts / We as a society should revert to unshaved pussy / Just trim if you got jewelry / Some of us remember fringes of curlies / Twinge of pheromones early / Stim’ed my zone merging with the brink of my Id / Sinking into firespit over my lid / When critical thinking hits the skids / I’ll still be mining / Loki of Literati / Push me and I’ll be the reason your kids are born rhyming / Formless reticent underlining / Split second timing / Tick the testament to all I’ve been finding / Six pence lent / To an attempted murder of crows that caw / Sick sense lent my chorus of the raw / Schizophrenic orchestra doesn’t blink / Steady towards the brink / What if we’re already going extinct?