WRINKLED RAIN

Wrinkled Rain

Rainy Wrinkled Times
Raking me to submerge
my tools of anarchy
into the folds of Time
still dripping wet.

Sublimed forces steer me to the Gorgeous Gargoyles,
          conjured by Pagans
to devour my flesh
          and bones.
Their fangs
cling to my flesh and blood.

Powerlessness envelopes my raging soul
          Rainy Wrinkled Times
                    Waking to a forgotten tomorrow.

          Rainy Routines - wrinkle the seams
and Time holds the stitches together.

                     Sunrise approaches;
          I hail Venus to stop the madness,

But the Sun rises
          in the East
Scorching my remains,

Only to call the Vultures
to consume my carcass
bloody and all.