MY HEAD

Tis a head between shoulders
Bigger than a black or white head a squeezable spot
Sometimes round when well-fed eyes widen in dread
Forehead crease, mouth frown exclaims “diet!”
Now morphing angular contours form
Blade shearing grey leaving a smooth surface a shining dome, bright on top
Youthful visage once again in vogue
Eyes alive, lips open, smile back
Ok then!
Sends reassuring messages to the rest of the vessel,
Not perfect
But puts a spring in my step
For now I’m under wraps, a grey haired distinguished gentleman?
No just a burka shrouded disciple breezing inconspicuously
Waiting for the one to make him whole again

STRIPPED
I saw you dressed from head to toe in my skin
Figure hugging number caressing you intimately my extended member
Inverted embedded deep within
Soaring high above gone to heaven and back
A cadaver on the slab waiting to be reanimated
From the blood of your other love struck victims
Mirroring those who storm, swarm, promote you
Suck your lifeblood screaming
“We love you”
The tables turned the hunters now the hunted
You’re out to get some
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