The Norman Midnight
by Daigneault
Vacant congregation
Standing in line
Desolate perversion
Inflation of the soul
Sexless
Lifeless
Property of the Penthouse
Caught in a two olive pontification
Amateurs at sin
of this Norman midnight
Begging for burden
And lies and sordid definition
With headlights off I too am speeding
On a dead-end street
Glutinous fools
At this baneful banquet
Not of Rockwell
Nor of Saxons
But the withered fruits
Of Slavoda’s nightmare
Upon which
We now feast
