Past Sizzling Truths

the world spins,
snow, globe, fire ravaging-
black hearted mongrel positions self
atop a golden tower-cascades magnificence
past sizzling truths....it can all be ignored...
my feet dance in straight lines--on red crush,
in blue suede softened down soles--jig past
porportion, possibility of, presence as figurine-
can I see pictures of you from pictures of me
plastered on a splattered crimson-mountainous background
hollowed by a soundtrack that lives
like a monitor king, burrowing in sand...this lol(lull)
slithers in sidewinding followers--I feel death
in your eyes, I feel sorrow in this projectile--follow
me, I promise it will be scandalous
and appropriate, I can lead you,
can redirect this ill seeded journey,
past the white liars hiding in black suits,
and shadowing life in rigorous
definitions of untaboo---ripped all over,
bleeding soul from pourous eyes
in an attempt to shatter this rigid algorithm,
I feel your plight---and my feet dance in straight lines,
on red crush, in blue suede softened down soles,
and my hands gesture in the purple silk
of a cosmic jester leaning on the crutch
of anti-matter and explosive black holes....
have no worries, I only play god