Venus Kissing Jupiter Fucking Saturn

The shadow box of gods is at it again. Damn diorama. Mercury brings in the sheaves, Mars falls down stinking drunk and Neptune fucks Saturn rosy in the puddled corner. Awake with ache cannot shake away the poppet pins and old time religion paranoia. The last kind words engraved in granite placed in pockets for creek baptism. This stall is occupied. It’s a kind of cave. It’s a kind of hell. This theatrical paradise thick with smoke and the usual tricks. Something little lurks low. Courier brings fat doe heart. The sacrifices stack up and the records skip as they spin. Lovesick. So fucking stuck. Awake. Awake. Awake.