dark princes of the asphalt way,
suck oxygen! the prickly rush,
in manic arteries afire with hell’s torture,
crushing, crushing,
crushing,
pulsing big raw ripples of hot power
horning into molten river muscles,
under skin supple like the cat’s,
as your laced wings carry you on,
before people are awake in
lazy last-night beds,
their perceptions poisoned by
fogged evenings of television,
(the leprous hall of mirrors),
imprisoning them in paunched
complacence.
James Aitchison
James Aitchison is an Australian author and poet. His work has appeared in Australian anthologies, the Aesthetica Creative Anthology (UK), and poetry websites such as the Literary Yard and Black Poppy Review. His horror stories have appeared via Akashic Press, Black Hare Press and Horror Tree.