Toothless hags mumble
Bare, the meat of the devils
Promise a person enlightenment and they will slaughter a hooker in San Diego
just for a peek
just like those brides of night, I too like to play with fire
Lord of shit and flies
Not to speak of the swollen carcasses
So yes, I contacted one of his majesty’s sinners but walked away unhappy
Despite the reek of decay
that stench that punctured and polluted
there, at a table, was the devil
“Kill her” I bade
And the sinner nodded its head
“She’s already gone” it hissed
Forty minutes later
with the red and blues blaring behind me
And those old hags are my passengers
Lord of shit and flies
John Putignano 