Winged insect flys down passed

brainstorms of lightbulbs illuminating

his path & his pleasure of vomit

& blistering cranial skin.

It skitters across the crotch

of it's god & slips inside when

the boy has his fly down.

That golden light & skin pours

down on the tiny dark angel &

it's transformation begins anew.

The eye of the demon -

The cry of the queen -

The thighs of the god

& what lies between...

The world of the gold fly -

The palace of whores -

The kingdom of flesh

that all hatred adores...

The insect; he flys free -

The angel is unseen -

The boy shakes himself clean

& moves on to the next scene.

But up flys the angel -

Passed lightbulbs that glisten -

The lord of the flies sings a song

if you listen.