No One Belongs Here More Than You

Your demon eyes never fail
to seep their way
into my pants
and finger poke
and prod
at my bible belt.
Your demon face
will never leave this place.
Your putrid skin
left me begging
for the gasoline
to clean
the scene
you stole from me.
In the roster of women
to be kinfolk
to my sorry sulking heart
I’d rather suck the head off of a bat
than to see you breathing again.
Hanging up the heart
of the determined mime
to find the fun
in watching you
swallow pills
that make you more ill
than the shallow
sacred smoke
we love to toke.
Delicate face,
you made a mess
of this place.