The Divine Parody

Her name was Freedom

or Mercy or Jilly

She never once spoke of the time

she fucked the painted clown

that she met at the

Peepshow

Balloon animal, a bestial one

Tall man

with a hairless body covered entirely

white with make-up

On his big beer belly was

a tattooed Tilly face smiling inanely

He laid there

cock pointed at the midday sun

soon both covered in white

her red lipstick face

smeared in a mad, twisted grin

It was comic heaven

A Divine Parody

We can create a sitcom

or a new comic book hero

A Fireball Show for the blind children

After many years I visited

my sock puppet friend Petey

in the house of the lonely...

in a prison which the mind creates

There are no words to describe

this empty house

only ghosts and

demons

lurking around the dark recesses

of the mind

taunting us

laughing at us

mimicking the words we pray

telling us what to do and

what to say

Alone, here I lie on a cot

barbed razored wire

crowning my head

The booze helps to tame the beast

but soon returns with a stone-cold fury

kicked in the head with a metal boot

In dire straits

upon a funeral pyre

the smiley sword is wiped clean

and we begin again