Witching Hour

stuffed like manicotti

diaphanous girl
a headless masquerade
her black lipstick and shivering pearls
giggle like earthquake chandeliers

festooned buttocks
curves a lyrical hell of desire

pocket eyes
dead suns
aloof
yield vacant split azure vault
a fetish horror
zoomorphic and headless

a thrilled non compos mentis
her mouth widens
like a line turning into circle
turning into a jagged city
of twining red wet mayhem

fish head stare
and toothy kisses
on red abdomen posy hook
jutting her spine for sadistic fires
she rolls her velvet thighs
wriggling
a wrench
twitch
a mad headless lunar sputnik
circumambulates spit tongue sputum

she is the hole in the sky of god
her spirit impaled upon
torrential mountain libidos
wild life park of cocks

wet fingering a basket of skulls
she nestled
her depraved tilted crown
lilting onto the stained guillotine

saying come on
i can hardly wait to get started
make me the ghastly queen
goddess of the witching hour
bone blood
and black glitter dead of night