Hysteripecac Lexemesis
February 18, 2024
Mirror attempting a songwriter angle and
Priesthoods invested in brand new inventions and
Animals eating the wicked of Christendom—
It’s all words in the end.
Food service counterpoint, point of sale symphony
Cash changing hands like a prayer to Jupiter
Small business heroes are saving the world for us—
It’s all words in the end.
Profits are higher than trends have forecasted and
Brunettes and blondes in their ritual dances and
Sacred geometry, uterine prophecy—
It’s all words in the end.
Stars in the heavens describing your love life and
Missiles are flying for feminist reasons, their
Petticoats ruffling, rocket fuel velveteen—
All just words.
…Wait,
shit,
fuck,
that’s not the line.
Roll the tape back,
let’s try again.