Malevolence Eyeing Your Every Step When the Air You Breath is Possessed

my home is known as the bottoms

where blown out window ramshackles

upon shanties are stacked

every other thin walled structure leans empty

the valley where Sisyphus' boulder would come to rest

lowest sea level pit in the guts of the city

rock-bottom can't give it away land value

prized topography of rendering plants for dog food

high veiled fences; locked, gated, tucked away, & hidden

nobody saw or heard these factories churning

but everybody felt them as untold mountains of

animal gelatins & fats were simmering 24/7

reducing the slop in the mammoth caldrons by

vaporizing them up into the air catching the

breeze the animal's spectral trail would set sail

dancing in the sun's leather tanning heat

but in the dark as the moon turned down the gas stove

those animal spirits would solidify into

a thick oily coating sticking to everyone's skin

scrubbing with soap and metallic hinted brown water

doesn't help; it adheres to you like horse hooves glue

my friend Grant is feral, wild as a barn tomcat

which is the nickname i gave him as that's

how he handled women, like a wailing male alley cat

enter dockside dolls stripper Misty

gorgeous white trash chic, she shock ass for cash hand over fist

i was the only guy to ever focus on her eyes

and whatever i saw peering out from behind her eyeballs

flipped the switch in my brain to flash bold red, black, & yellows

painted strips like a hungry stalking coral snake

slowly slithering low through untouched

still as frozen icicle spears of grass

Grant became her tranced stray puppy

she was slippery about visitors to her place but she was a

fixture at Grant's apartment so after a month or so

he gathered where she lived for a surprise

even bought flowers and an innocent gift

nightfall --- as the animal phantasms condensed

as the air thickened with dead cow sweat Grant

rang Misty's bell and then the door flew off the hinges

her man Tookie and his two friends didn't ask any questions

they drug him out the back of the spackle peeling building and

broke every bone in his face for the next several minutes

until Tookie spotted a cinder block in the distance and as

his friends picked up Grant by his arms

Tookie swung the 30 pound cement brick down

cracking Grant's skull, at that they dropped him

left him for dead which he would have been if not for the

arterial spray relieving the pressure on the swelling brain

inside my friend's broken head