talked into a vault of voodoo

talked into a vault of voodoo




when i was a kid
i
didn't smoke lids
or
rampage through the streets
beating up
the soiled brats whose parents
were busy
horking back
cases of beam and jack
but
nevertheless
i was under attack
thrown on
my unsuspecting back
by a
whore of babylon
rambling on and on and on
over which
impending throng
was
headed for a date 
with the very next devils song
coming from my radio
of which 
i had a special thing for
where i saw music as
this
giant goal post
with a never ending score
so i wanted 
more and more and more
while
the preacher said
come inside my door
and i was just naive enough
to meander in
and the rest was spin.






sjw 07/14/18 inspired at this very moment in time by the varying forms of child abuse.





from the 'blasphemy series' of poems