Poetry

What happened? I would
ask the realness
of genocidal face.
 
The blue cock
was numb in the laser thin
commentary.
 
The face was mirror. You
can apply a salve by implanting a womb
in the barren dream.
 
Beheading a thought
was not sufficient to kill the theme.
It will come back with revenge.
 
OCD. I come back again and again to
look at the portrait
of a failed god.