scrying lathe
stare into the scrying lathe
left in ages settled beneath dust
you disappear in a dusty willow
a browed burst of darkness
aging all our fleshy grooves
turning into smirking werewolves
and men with melting faces
frowning faces with blacked out eyes
beards stretching their hairs to the ground
dripping their gunk on the dark sidewalk
and spiral marble staircase incline
a maniacal grin and dangling eyes
ripping back and forth like pendulums
of a dirty boxing glove
in the back of a catatonically depressed clown
all flesh blanching to white
with eyeballs rolling like quarters in a pinball machine
the darkness clacks on the mirror
forming tiny micro fissures
until everything turns to blackness
and demons rip the world in the half
with their blood dripped
fluorescent yellow clam claws
staring into the core of the earth
with glowing eyes on fire
sleeping in a tent with the devil
doing handsigns
in the woods at night
LINK: https://allpoetry.com/poem/16551017-scrying-lathe-by-Colvet
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