DICKY IN THE LIGHT HOLE

The boy has been down

in the dark for nearly a week

when the sky opens up & god's

cruel beauty illuminates his

pail skin, dirty sparse hair,

& burns salvation into his

blindless eyes.

He smiles & screams;

Spasms & dreams -

for that's all this is...

Or at least how it seems.

The light is a killer

that his nipples engendered

with the power of danger

and the feeling of fear.

The light is infernal

behavior that his maker

insists on inflicting like a knife

up his ass.

The blood cakes his thighs

as he whimpers & falls into nothing

that the light hole can capture.

The blood paint is sticky...

The orgasm tricky...

The waking astonishing;

Conscience admonishing

that nightmare of cruelty;

the wet dreams of dicky.