Lester flew into rage whenever he felt fear,
ease up on the throttle, he flew off the handle
sensing a cold shiver run down his back, how queer
flecks of light put him off balance, like a candle
left quietly alone attracts his attention,
enter the underground, a hidden extension
under a casino, where no one knows to go,
removed from the blueprints, a place without shadow,
silent and still, tunnels and chambers hide his prey,
dug out and sealed above from below, a dank lair,
unidentified space, whence nothing good or fair
makes it back to daylight, everything cold and grey,
allow Lester to have this domain, where girls weep,
left alone for so long, they don't know when to sleep.
Autumn leaves tumble, bleed green, yellow, orange, red
under the canopy of stars, the firmament.
Lester Mo reads tea leaves in a porcelain bowl,
eccentric, slightly strange, syncopated beats thread
concentric circles, arcs tyrannical, cold, cruel,
timeless, hardboiled killer, loveless, bent card dealer
endless blues riffs endure the obscure permanent
ubiquity stardom offers the murdered soul,
rickety bicycle thieves, in short sleeves, eat gruel.
Languish, besotted fools, drunk on lust, to feel her
adolescent body in his hands, pedophile,
stupidity rises as caution falls to dust,
observe the young woman, Lester offers a smile,
trembles before her hand reaches out for a drink,
trusts his ability to distract and confuse,
infatuation lasts a lifetime, turns to rust,
stupefies the drunken, intoxicated twink,
envy of her father makes him concoct a ruse.
Lester the molester gets away with murder,
errors wash from the walls, blood disappears in fire,
revolting, criminal behavior in the dark,
reeking urinal stalls, filthy toilets, ardor,
entry into backdoor card games, behind locked doors,
under an underground basement, hidden desire,
revolves around backroom deals, matches strike a spark.
Lester keeps her hidden in the bowels of the earth,
even if the police search the whole place, the floors
parquet, pristine, perfect, reveals no entryway,
elegant casino, even the owner knows
crumbs about the tunnels and chambers under gray
hollow cement ceilings, sinister sex slave shows
entertain pedophiles and defrocked priests, the birth
lavatory of sin, stupidity, error,
avarice, stinginess, the world without a soul,
little does anyone know about anyone
else, Lester thrives on this lack of knowledge, terror
slithers through serpentine tunnel routes, enter gloom,
in darkness, underage sex slaves emerge, a troll
nicely watches over the young woman, no fun
even for a fierce troll, Lester enters the room.
No comments:
Post a Comment