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  • David Estringel

Neon gods

By David Estringel

Sacred footsteps

of pilgrims and

street PrOphETS


piss-stained lottery tickets and

dirty hypodermics—

like rose petals, strewn

under maidens’ tender feet—

pave the way

to playing card Meccas

beyond doors

to salvation/damnation,

below fiery eyes that cut

the night (and souls) in two

with gazes and blinks

(but never sleep).

Quite the price

to pay

to cross these fickle streams

that run

sacrificial red

with self-severings

of thigh bone and fat,


and spiced with lotus wine—


in want of burning

on conjured stages and

electric alters

for Vanity’s spectacle.

How divine

the honied stench

of auto vivisections (splayed out

for all to see),

making followers and

blue birds that tweet


appetites and tastes for

eyes (for eyes) and teeth (for teeth)—

for the sake of ounces (of fame)

for pounds (of flesh)—

like cold Lethe

and her gentle lapping,

smooth, of jagged rocks

upon Hell’s bitter shores.

Let us pray

(for emergence

from this opiate haze

and a quick flip of the switch).


David Estringel is a writer/poet with works published in literary publications, such as The Opiate, Azahares, Cephalopress, North Meridian Review, Poetry Ni, Dreich, Horror Sleaze Trash, Terror House Magazine, Lothlorien Poetry Journal, Ethel, The Milk House, and The Blue Nib. Connect with David on Twitter @The_Booky_Man and his website


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