Fairy Tale
[release 0.0]
in the kingdom of rasputin,
by the prefecture of sappho,
below the valley of the dyslexic,
in the county of the druid
money lenders,
the rumors abound,
that the princess has track
marks on her arms,
and the holy priests are
shredding papers
in the confessionals,
while the tax collector has
cut his own finger
to mark the bills for the
treasury.
in the kingdom of the homeless,
by the shores of the wailing
pool,
beside the 24 hour 7-eleven
outlets,
where the ganges meets the
blacktop,
the merchants are selling
icons of the gods,
tiny vessels of vapor trapped
in amber,
and the pilgrims gathered
in the square,
are bidding prices higher
than saffron
but the rumors abound,
that the king's soldiers
are laundering
the golds of the crown,
and the shaman are walking
incognito
their eyes behind black raybans.
in the kingdom of plastic
crosses,
by the valley of the paper
dolls,
beside the credit card musoleums,
where the tangerine trees
meet the marmalade sky,
the rumors abound,
that the prince is having
an affair
with the palace guard,
and the magistrate has washed
his hands clean
after killing the court jester
in a duel
in the kingdom of the pedophiles,
deep in the valley of the
self-mutilated,
beside the oil and lube stations,
where the ozone falls on
the horizon,
the poets are writing the
obituaries of me,
driven by their madness for
words,
describing my fatal flaws
in sanskrit
casting stone on this malleable
skin
drawing blood with nylon
pins
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