Kindhearted Man

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
A kindhearted man   
studies evil all the time,  
 
cooks through the books  
for peculiar looks,   
 
scrolls on angel wings  
across the deathly dull  
into a hand-cut lull,  
 
suited to the bone  
for special atonement:  
 
speaks with a barrelhouse twang  
to the twilit range -  
sings for the choir  
on a wire transfer -  
 
-barbs & bribes  
banalities proscribed   
through polyvinyl   
chloride pipes-  
 
those underground  
bullet.in bytes  
of my blood pressure  
~spikes  
 
voice & dream  
jutting eldritch rock  
of bygone thought  
through a Sawzall scream~  
 
our wicked friends  
at startled grace  
off an elbow joint   
into clock face gaze~  
 
a bag of receipts   
for stolen prayers   
from licensed prey   
by ticket displays--  
 
unavailable jones   
from our twilit zones:  
 
spelling dirt & the Fall  
beyond the door  
for an even score  
 
just          
      bread &                      
                  blandiloquence,                                                      
                                           ma'am,             
                                                       (may I have some                                
                                                                                    more?)  
 
That three-faced eye  
from deep inside my core...  
 
(amen)  
 
a kindhearted soul  
reads with the shade down  
all the time  
 
it feeds on the mind  
through the grace of the grave  
and the knowledge of death...  
 
learning suited   
to the breath  
of a particular denouement;  
 
 
the banality of evil  
as prescribed by way
of primordial dream.