vampiric toilette in the new world order

vampiric toilette in the new world order

can’t you smell it?
sort of like
a recently dug up grave
mixed with chocolate overtones
airborne aroma of gutted cadavers and the
smell retardant yet to be pumped in-
Everclear for ghosts
and a light bouquet of Seville oranges
as fresh as a Shakespeare set

these ancient formed receptacles
designed to hold the ripped away souls
of all who
cross paths,
fail the rimming test
or sees beyond the mist of skin color
of the empire
his family
and blood host council

can’t you smell it?
through your screen
and on your fingers
after a short
interval
of early morning tap-tap-tapping.
has it drawn you in already
or does it flirt with you on some edge?
if repelled, you are in danger