Alex S Johnson

Bitter Suites to Succubi

With a nod to William Blake and Jim Morrison 

And in the end you've 

got to

take 

the 

bitter pill

with the

sweet, sweet 

savor

Of breast, leg, 

throbbing v-shaped format fuzz

Just because you're 

born is not a 

guarantee

of

Anything.

There are no 

proprietary 

Rights to

sweet

sweet

Delight and

Some truly are

Born to endless

Night. 

Killing Hearts

Huffing reality

from a 

bottomless 

paper

bag

Saturated with

the glue that

binds

strange 

attractors to 

whatever 

matters

It's black 

it's white

It's sweet

it's sour

even, at times,

the bitter, the

bitterest of

dregs

Costumes sewn by death hags

cackling as they get their

Ghoul on.

The change in 

the electric charge of

Air 

Holds form like a 

lover's 

tender 

Hands of 

rain

The ability to feel

The ability to grow

The ability to acknowledge

The ability to 

Sever

Ties to 

Whatever makes up

things

Zips shut 

the pain like the

mouth of a 

Gimp

mask.

Bitter

Sweet

Sweet

Bitter 

An oroborus braid.

That takes a 

cue from

Broadway 

musicals and 

Greek 

Tragedy.