Long Viscious Fangs That Bite



there it sat


viscious bloody scope


daylight for disorder


haunted inner ambiance


cascading introduction


trampled beneath the skull


this is how we roll




love was seen outside you vacant door porch swing


an even riing stunned by the noondays sirene


spaces with traces a new days dawn


there's magic below the fawn




in the inner spacious scope of things


spite to hear the door bell swing & ring


lice, dice & mice


there's torment in the sauce




go before the toss


even que what are we to do


a barricade left home an aid


beneath the soldier with bic number two pencil




the rolling wolves amidst its sharpened brow