Shame


As her fingers  clicked pictures 

of black and blue philosophies,

heads will roll theologies,

I-will-press-my 

cigarette-into-your

hands-and-feet bureaucracies

(which trade little girls 

for photos as glossy

as snake lips)…

Aidos, goddess of shame,

day-dreamed

about how to 

crumple His world into 

a paper ball…

while she smoked,

ashes as white 

as human snowflakes

fell 

from the shade 

of her cigarette…

 He sold Himself

sold Himself

sold Himself 

as if a person should be…

sold

As if a God could be

sold

to a goddess of shame…

She was a queen of hearts

shame base

I’ll-eat-you-for-dinner hate face

and he was a wild card 

buying back Snowflake specters 

from hell-bent ferries…

drowning power trips and hissing lips 

some place under the river Styx

 

One comment

  1. Strong and thought provoking (perhaps a little beyond my evolving mind mired in years of superficial social media time).
    “Glossy as snake lips” leaves a vivid image – so original!

    Liked by 1 person

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