Neon Jezebel
Steven Attewell
Your electric kiss so carrion-sweet
Stuns, deadens, anesthetizes
Crashes self-reflection; letting the id run riot
Consume, you croon, gorge and fill your belly
(there’s no consequence, never a price to pay)
ye pixellated beauty, lush yet hollow
like rotting velvet
if we prick you, will you bleed or deflate?
Aphrodite, why can’t you kick the habit
Shooting up gold
To fuel everlasting oblivion
Crack-whore of industry; mind-raper, will-castrator
What can poor mortals do against you?
Do we retreat into the guilt of darker ages
Or lose ourselves in your debauchery