Wedlock Exhibition by World Barnabas

I will come again
through broken walls of
haunted menstrual tomb
in caveat of mirror and water splash
to cash out death flow chart.

Punches and panties
dislodged some blue tryst
into frame of spilled bliss
for seeds of smith and semen
pilot the masking and tales of almajiri.

In a couple of colorless tension
that disconnect red carpet
into a shroud of arsenal
against a universal phrase
of seeking a windowless conscience.

There are wooden works
and soulless sand of goodbyes
calling unrepentant from a perfect world
into wombs of myriad àkúrákutà
to share the length of Lucifer's garden.

Bridge, time and bastards
filled vacuum of sparrow nights
into cathedral of strained bones and bullets
calling pulse a testament of brass
in unison to perforated ghost-flags.

Through those musical history
of motherless gathering
and painting of liquid misery
a new footprints unite some galaxies
to form a pseudo-gallery of golden skeleton.

WORLD BARNABAS