Smiling,
I address you politely.
Dear customers of mine,
how can I serve you?

Behind my glazed over eyes
and fading nametag
and hair washed wensday
though...

           I'm watching you.
Selecting what becomes
you.

Those verdigris-afflicted
grimey disks
cast on my countertop
with hurried hands
just barely take purchase
          But I have all of you
        deeply enmeshed in my nets

You're mine.

        Half are born here
The rest shall die here
     even though you my future art
              comes young

Hold your mother's hand
And fear me

but you do not
you do not see
Your bane, for
     Between those myriad shimmering
          hues of mundane sale
      lies a little scrap of black
                buried


    How beautiful the growing darkness
taking root in souls
before blossoming
into
B r i l l i a n t Midnight E s s e n c e


With every visitation
I guide you
take dark things,
Working slowly
          To avoid suspicion
of parents
      I am devouring their children
       with cardboard coupon fangs




two or three years
where did the smiles go
there is no laughter
hollow




   My apparatus is carefully maintained
lenses and clockwork
mobile hands

.you.




      a form of slate counter-top
       selecting and perfecting
   streams of probability and chance
      an ideal fate for the image
     I see approaching in my mirror

free will plays no part
      free will does not grasp it
     





   Once the light is dimmed out of them
to despair
          their minds darkly turn
lips and eyes follow
Preparing my other lures
             red copper like
                        bleeding glassy
                                   metallic apparel
Ancient symbolics
sink into their psyches
Crosses and ankhs
mark the graves
of their former
and lost selves

...They will never lose them...

Metal foetal armadillos
become their fingers
when disapproving eyes
are distracted to the back

Installing their chains
spikes, hooks
pierce through
it's time to paint
Send them packaged
razor thin parchment
rectangles
Slicing into their brains
           
Out in the lonely
bluesky world
                of shopping malls

Catch on fear
                          Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â snags
bring to the forefront
to the oasis
take a sailor's breath
trembling minds
.anticipate.

they become a mirror
sheer and pale
of direction
to take up my instruction
become tapestries
taking care to leave
           some ash, bone colour skin




           One last nonchalant glance
Released to the wild
no longer haunt
my shelves




though

Soon it's harvest time
they kick and scream
but you bring them back

Clean shaven men
in grey suits
bring them back in cardboard boxes

Pudgy, worn mothers
      with children biting at their ankles
drag in their desiccated remains
in garbage bags

I give them you the grimey disks
you gave to me, so long ago


Silently screaming
I have them here
before the door is closed
I have out my scalpel
I'm cutting them apart
dismantling
                   murdering
          destroying those quiet ones
           I made over my countertop
They have no blood left
dry and empty
           Their flesh splits easily
they cannot cry
anymore

Last exhalation
      of what you invested everything into

I'm ready for the next step
from the decimated remains
           creating new frankenstines
For the 50% off bin
With my needle
and price tag scanner.















 - Introit and Requiem of the Gothic culture
under the pale lights
of a 2nd hand store
Are forever intertwined

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