Permeating with Socialist Cockroaches

toenail clippings
of the gods
and
the pigs of hell are circling
their troughs,

developing timid sores in Ghana
while on safari
the pictures are on Instagram
if your voyeuristic atomic eyes
want to see
while
the care package of deceit
is sent UPS
and C.O.D,

blood drips casually
from a triumphant head
now
resting comfortably on a
wooden mahogany antique stake
yet
no one notices
as they pass it by
on foot
in cars
on the way to the
mall,

the
aberration grows as
crows and vultures are preparing
a gluten free meal
for all the starving
children
with their seductive knives
of nature
and boring landscape
paintings,

torn flesh
dances with the stars
at
midnight
the tyranny of arteries and veins
has now been repressed
foam and bone
await their lucid release
as
various muscles are now
protruding
and are on
display
at fine art museums
around
Paris,

no,

stitches
Band-Aids
drugs
antibiotics
or ambulance rides
can save you now,

you are truly
free.

 

Brett Stout is a 38-year-old artist and writer. He is a high school dropout and former construction worker turned college graduate and Paramedic. He creates controversial art while breathing toxic paint fumes from a small cramped apartment referred to as “the nerd lab” in Myrtle Beach, SC. His artwork has appeared in a wide range of various media from small webzines like the Paradise Review to the University of Oklahoma Medical School Journal.