Scriptures From the Scaly Eyes of a Hypothermic

Ecstatic despair.
Sweating in the tide pool.
We overheard their terroristic plots leveled against secret feline sex cults and democratic book clubs.
Our lady fused to our lengthening bones as we grew out of the water’s edge.
We are pushing ourselves harder
And she is growing into a fierce weapon.
Her slender electronics glistened
And pulsed with organic red glow.
Freaks are in the streets and turbulence on the phone lines.
Every torture brings me closer to
A throbbing trophy.

Laser fights and boot-steps in the background and eventually rushing unseen through the auditorium aisles.
The footlights breathe erotic revolt
And powdery fog!