The Trojan Horses Poem by Johnny Psalm

Copious auctioners, for the highest bidders,
You will conceive pestles between your laps.
Your dried tuft reed of Medussa hair,
Cosmetic caskets, clawed fingers and perfumed air
Combined like cobweb and framed the Trojan horse
Of your seductive half nude body.


This elemental line will extend to rapture
And the root a competent heart for Atlantis.
The loose age had stretched its sickles,
Sliced down different color apples,


Spit out the remnant seeds and haul this planet
Into the peat like the mysterious Eden.
Even christ fossils cant rescue mankind
That will recover millenia tears from God eyes.