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Retro Fusion

by Johnny Crimson

A star connection that reaffirms
my continued belief that your mother
sucks the space dust of Gods.

The cone twisting highway bleeds
with marskman fingers
and twitchy one-eyed flashes of light
as the dinosaur dances in the dark.

Squeezed libido pills
land softly in the iron lung
as the executioners sharpen their gloves
and slip on their axes.

Feeble-limbed sideshow dog
rests atop the throne of deceit
as denial-raided astronauts
pull heavy helmets around their throats.

Live this night to the full extent
although rest when time yawns in your face,
for there's no Woman nor Sneaker worth dying for
yet the Nike Air Jordan 3 is certainly tempting.













04/13/2011

Posted on 04/13/2011
Copyright © 2022 Johnny Crimson

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 04/13/11 at 09:49 PM

That ending is beautiful dark comedy, sir. Love it.

Posted by Timothy Wilson on 07/26/11 at 06:25 PM

This was great, Man. I loved the dark humor, and wordplay. Anyone who can blend humor and angst like that deserves two thumbs up. Good stuff.

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