The Overseer #1

Generations of iniquity betrothed;
in phallic ousting financial schematics,
plunged their dicks
into seams of
silently-surrendering rabbinic stew.

The butchered plainsmen,
derelict-by-name,
herded most by way of their inquiry.

I stood there,
fascinated by the entropies;
gazing.

Should have known my needless toil,
lay strewn across a void and careless path;
to where rot festers,
and the scavengers like to prey.

My own meandering wallows;
voiced epiphanies unheard,
for lack of trust in beacon’s brushed ejaculations.

Goes harboring the victim’s grudge,
to one’s deceitful spasms in foray,
as beats become a drove of seamless melody;
froth and white
expunged in a rebellious tone.

For shallow nature,
he has heard his own escaping sorrows.

But what breaks news, allows a microscopic revelation,
and turns the beak
toward stark infinity;

Bleak and narrow bites a shrewd capitulation,
stoking a disgruntled pig to gun,
grime best bestowed
upon carousing games played in the open,
between two breasts bared boyishly corrupt.