DETECTIVE WORK
Only God knows.
Fuck God. Horny
Marauder. I disarmed
God eons ago but
I have been blessed
With X-ray vision.
All the better to ogle
Your boobs
Though it’s motive I see
Glaring through hotbeds
Of rose mallow
Blaring past foghorns
Of hickory smoke.
Theories sound
As any scientist’s
I uncover proof
You can’t bear
To look at.
Bright, beckoning.
Ultramarine.
Nature vs nurture?
Meh. Murderous intent
Seeped into human cells
Eons ago.
Kill To Live.
It’s not just a prison tatt.