Foul smelling flower

Colored with slime
a flower comes calling
having bargained
an eye for an eye
the savage turns a leaf
and starts slapping itself
with the wings of a housefly

Was roaming in the garden
burnt out stubs
strewn on the ground
hanging by the earring
came a pleasant face
flashing that smile
like a 30 second commercial break
whiffing with hot air
a chunk of meat said goodbye
while they went to blossom
busy with the stabbing
ignoring calls for freedom
in search of a rhythm
the savage licked his wounds
with his own venom

There are books
demanding for their cover
and lost children
wanting to be sucked back
into the wombs of their mother
for the savages roaming in the garden
the kicks come out
by sucking on to the
foul smelling flower

For the savage in the garden
colored with slime
a flower comes calling
shooting off its mouth
like a black dove
to spray the savage
with the disinfectant
called love