Verseppia Tone

Pop white the doppleganger,

two beats of blood per second

to stimulate the flowers–

no stems.

 

Step into recollection,

footprints pick up the nonsensical

darkness of diversion.

 

Smear the juices of Creature Feature,

inner organs of monster measure–

violate cursed waters,

cringe a little–

to the music of orgasm,

the feature of headless flies.

 

Fold into the creases of ash

and derelict swamp spit,

foil and crumble with the sirens–

small and sexy in Verseppia tone,

shade of ghostly wit.