The Split Conspiracy

Naked men with tattoos of dog collars ran on
all fours down the street, panting as they went,
sniffing up screaming women’s skirts.
One ran into a park and climbed a tree then
hooted like a monkey down at the starring drunks,
gamblers and hand-held children.
Two female Bondage/Discipline Officers quickly
appeared on the scene, jumping out of their black & silver
police car wearing their black latex uniforms and
chased one of them down the afternoon street who’d
refused to stop when commanded to, shooting him
with a fur bullet from a hot pink pistol that got him in the back,
dropping him into an opiate state.

The pale corpse of a 9 year old Mexican boy was
dragging a giant black Cross down the avenue,
it’s weight digging a trail in the concrete like it was soil.
Behind him,
a small procession of white clouds with red veins followed,
sick humming emitting from their presence,
rabid dementia overcoming anyone around.

In a library a man put a book back on a shelf then walked
away as the patrons eyes all turned to mist.

The light was giving hand-jobs to elementary students
returning home from school.

I sat on the edge of a bed in a room,
starring at the floor arms resting on my legs,
within my vision speck-like meteorites appeared out
of the sky of floating dust particles, crashing into my skin leaving craters.

Whores recited the Qu’ran and shined brighter than 10,000 suns.

People walking with grocery bags dropped them in horror
at finding their items replaced with serpents.

Clothes ripped from her body an exiled valkyrie hung naked
from a tree by her neck, chain and iron collar her noose,
the pupils of her eyes minus signs slowly blinking grazing
the heavens then the earth,
earth then heavens,
soles of her feet planted against the tree for support her
hands between her legs fingers paddling in her wet pussy,
men masturbating standing around the bonfire of her moans,
hands reaching up caressing her ex-divine nipples,
her holiest of unholy bodies, tongues only reaching as far
as the knees, perfect skin a special sin to the flesh,
entranced till they heard themselves cum sperm dropping to the foot
of the tree like an offering, an original sacrifice.

A little Black girl walked to a busy street corner and single-mindedly
getting to her knees committed seppuku: pulling a short sword from
her little backpack with the cartoon character on it, people starring
but no one stopping her, thrusting the blade into the left side of her belly
and dragging it around to the right, bleeding then withdrawing
the blade and wiping it off with a small napkin from her lunch pail,
placing the sword on top of it, thus professed the blood and intestines
running down her legs to the concrete, small lake of gore
at her knees, eyes losing their light, short peel of lightning.