The black end
back end ink
he scrawls calls out nymphonic
church belles peeling off their
Sunday best for their
whoremongering shriveled masters.
He scatters neutral eyes
threatening to tear out our souls
in their more gentle moments.
His truths hit hard,
the forerunner of a new beat down
generation.
Leading the charges against
poisoners
corrupters
oath breakers,
His fatal tourist attraction
makes gambler cutthroats
go all for broken glass and slash
for arms in all directions,
Yet he can also speak of utmost beauty
and reveal a pathway to our souls.
Charles Darkly
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/carlos-3/
