Slay Bleu Goat

Your hieroglyphics tickle silver blood;

O-negative obedience to rarity, riot, and filth–

the swamp moans necessary evils to the sun.

 

Vagabond cloaked in orange;

target for your bleu–

etiquette bleu,

waits for the reverse;

salivates over the wait,

listens to her hair follicles

whisper,

grow–

into stressful orgasm within her hands.

 

The temperature condones slashes

for the serial killer;

peppermint blades of stranger–

cleave her indigestion,

cause for new feeling–

 

Confrontation isn’t the proper pepper for a lady;

your hieroglyphics smudge legitimacy…