Demon Dancing

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Demon Dancing

“My demons and I are not compatible; never have

been, never will be.”--G.G. Allin.

Beyond surreal,

I watched her

turn her head all the way around

like a barn owl.

She had goat’s eyes,

all yellow with vertical pupils,

and had moldy pink horns for ears;

then she projectile-vomited

several quarts of thick green mucus

that steamed and smelled

of urine and dead rats.

She spoke in a low rumbling rasp,

Your mother was fucked

by idiots and mad men,

you pencil-dicked fudge-packing faggot!

She rose up off the filthy bed

and spun in mid-air,

flinging feces in all directions,

before descending to her scabby knees,

grabbed my rosary, and began

masterbating with the cross, screaming:

This is what Jesus really needed,

the taste of a young twat!

I tossed holy water on her,

and it burned her face like acid.

I yelled: In the name of our savior,

Jesus Christ, I demand that you abandon

this innocent girl!

Her demonic laughter was chilling.

We are legion, and we are beyond

your pathetic reach, pedophile priest!

Then I opened my eyes,

and my digital clock read

in red hot numbers--

midnight.

Glenn Buttkus

Posted over at dVerse Poets Pub