NaPoWriMo Monday April 12, 2010

Satan’s Bride

The great payoff

is over. Turn your mirror

to the caterwauls

of Satan’s bride

if superbly round breast

and two weeks

vacation in the azure

with Circe be your goal.

Death has a first,

second, and third prize

in the lottery of stars:

a rare rumpus, a magical orb

sweetly rolling around

your arm pits, and clouds

on their way home

along the seashore.

The streets sing as well,

to hydrocephalic

politicians reeking

of a haunt.

©  Sergio A. Ortiz April 13, 2010