Stevie McCabe's Diabolic Blog

2012 stuff, Anger, Beliefs, hurt

Exile on Naenae Road

killer queen less than anywhere else
ended up road kill tissues and flowers on her grave
and algae barnacled scrapings on the luxury yacht
spilt and bled into the mediterrainan like so much dead sea

spilt and split like random unstable fake atoms
neutron stars in a black sea of dreams
a milky paste of self similar fizzing frenetic swizzle sticks
stirring the pot with a whiz-wand that would slice a banana like a knife thru butter

exactly like a hot knife thru butter
a sizzling hot knife thu butter
an electrified heated butter knife thru melted butter
if the glove don’t fit you must put down the sizzling electric butter knife

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