Lucifer & Her
I read once
in a small-town newspaper
of a young woman who died piecemeal
ending with her heart, starting with her ring finger-
He ensured she would know only His infatuation.
Every night she was forcibly incarcerated in the underworld,
where her body would be severed, and her soul stolen.
Leaning into the teenage lifestyle
Where have my ambitions
fled to? Tenements of my mind.
Starving younglings they have become,
while I lounge, insatiable,
spoiled,
expecting glory and
awaiting attention
and not living victimized by, but perpetrating what I like to say I oppose,
because it makes me seem
nice,
and if that's only a speck
in the macrocosm of my egotistical aspirations,
the infinite list of everything you should acknowledge I AM,
well, then I should have to be ambitious
if I desire to be anything.
yeah i’ll b there w...
In a parallel celestial body
another vessel of space and time and dust and matter
where the moon is born old and grows young
there's that girl that everyone knows by name
and rumours seethe
of the kind of extra-curricular activity she engages in.
Aromatic heavy loud
intemperate atmosphere;
the perfect habitat
for her personal divergence,
her adherence to the tenets of the order of Tumult
of Yeah Whatever
of Yeah i'll b there with the...
THC-bearing leaves, or sensuality, or willingness
to turn their eyes and thoughts.
Onto Me.
Wait, no.
Her.
Get-togethers are literal in her opposite macrocosm
and she can hang out wherever
and all of the hundred words she knows how to dispense-
everyone will hang to them desperately
to receive a little fraction
of her.