Paring Peels
Disregard the disarray
and army marches far away
to matchsticks lit with feeble minds
the matrimony left behind
and enveloping photos gaze
into the sightless feather braves
who whoop against the swirling sins
the wind the winds the flowing gin
and reeking stenches rape before
the Easter bunny finds a whore
hidden eggs
are painted dull
til shells are cracked
like chipping skulls
and bleeding tongues are bitten much
too often for the subtle bunch
and swallowed words form blobs of air
waves of nausea
twist ensnare
and vomiting back up the spies
with blood and shit and severed lives
stitching closed wounds up with lies
and lacing arsenic with flies