Parabiotic Chick

A mind twice wracked  Every child points to Earth or myself  Who speaks to impact expenditure  Every child points to Heaven or Hell Sunday service The scheme theater of storytelling Was reflected at my maker Mind curate centre tribes Both hold the conduct intention in her Now ration my life Trusted to a feeling of  Default detainees from tradition Through and through my revenues where? 

Three wheeler tracks over  an inconceivable being Born  in the crevice of moisture left on plywood coasters with spring loaded irrepressible  Disappointment worn between thinning hair rolling a capsule Underneath  a bridge of blister ridges  of snap traps  where little boys tumble in on their Big Trikes 

  Moses parted Lake Michigan and   I began drinking His saliva from  Rumplestiltskins basin    Foam pooled in the corners of  Herpes lips    Pressing kisses to whip lashes on His back    Climbing up each weak branch  With senile limbs   Each splinter duplicating my  Adoration      That falls from beneath shoes  shined with His  Diseased spit Forked road tongues           efficient in falling    the fourth titanium fleck of Flogging         Now        An invertebrate at the peak    With knobby knees pressed  against       His emaciated chest Peels back translucent skin     To reveal the tooth fairy  Wings  that protrude out of His Obsidian spine