Ecto-Dance Poem by luke holt

Galactic serenity
A rainbow serenade accompanied by wraithish desire
((Morgue lapse, C section))
Banners melt and wilt on earthen eyes
Burning holy corneas in gentile wedlock
Breathing chemist’s puffs on O zone frequencies
Negating the decay of gelatinous hearts in rusty tin buckets
Clownesque war paint on rupturing tumors
Nuclei plasma engulfs the brilliant savage genius
((Ecto-dance, haunting echoes in shrouded swagger))
Hip crude circles mislead boring passengers
((Blitzkrieg rantings, burlesque beats))
Lamenting cadavers paid to mourn
Enslaved to die
Succubae ensnare hopeless dreamers with fish hook stares
Emitting a thick purple miasma from their scarlet lips
I have once walked on troubled waters
Now I cease to drown in the moving pictures which manipulate labyrinths of love and kisses of cataclysm
I pine for the she-devil I cannot see
Her aromatic locks smell like honey and jasmine
Damn!
I feel as though I’m being enveloped by the embryonic yoke of my romantic disposition
A young heart
O, so bare
Slowing and sponging cognac
I am forever in mourning
Only love will bring the light