damaged jealous things
DAMAGED JEALOUS THINGS
At the apex of summer, they ---the spiders ---
they had a hard
time of it, of coming through
the wax in his ears to reach the lush desert ,
the site and throbbing tissue of madness
in the brain of the Janus Messiah.
At the apex of summer, his left-leering compass
jazzed and polarized them to rite-riots.
Blondes ---so it seemed to them ---the spiders --
tend to reign by elections ,
to rain in a sand castle burned in 1812.
As American vodka is damned to do,
he cursed the media bitches at the apex of summer
for raping his witches,
ravishing his patriotic jelly-roll.
Militant, the Janus Messiah tweet-muscled himself.
Consubstantial with his father and his sons,
thrice divisive, he noise-slapped the opioid enslaved
at the apex of summer, and they --the spiders ---
slender-threaded neurons and synapses
in the lush but deadly desert of his mind.
Jerry W. Ward, Jr. August 24, 2017
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