Escape
Skyler Andrews Escape, For sale To gods and goddesses, Peasants and thieves, Sinners and saints, Killers and doctors; Heaven prescribed For picture-wanderers, The keys are wrapped in paper and burned, The dimensional portal opens, Spilling gray and smelling tart; Tickets to Purgatory, Half-off, to anyone interested who’s tired of walking in others’ dreams, Leading others to their escape In the widely-worshipped windowed box of bits… Move back…Get back… Free passes to Wonderland, looking glass and all! Your own gear and keys and souvenirs to, for, and from the ride; Play a game with your soul to win! Showcasing: Mysticism in a can!—or a bottle—or a pretty little spear… War against the demons in your glitz-weary brain, And wash them away with Scope—sorry, we do not provide a Listerine for all of that. See God—or one of His best impersonators—tonight, along with a winged muse, Who will dance, and screw you and your whim. Become a motel Mohammed, a jukebox Jesus, a back alley Buddha, a lysergic L. Ron Hubbard…. Hell for sale—lay with a monster as with a woman and casually hump your way to an abomination… Your spirit becomes one with a spiny dragon; it’s tendrils massage you sweetly and gently before they start to choke. Fun!!! |