Satan's Cookie Chest (2010)

Satan's Cookie Chest 

Paul Fischer

It shines bright red,

like the wet lips

gifted to Adam's mortal sin.

The soft sweet bread

bleeds within while

enticing swollen hips

draw me slowly in.

Satan's cookie chest

waits quietly in the corner

resting precariously

but peacefully

on a trembling brink

of  forgotten abyss 

in unspoken terror

ready to tumble.

It sparkles with lightning,

booms with the thunder

of silent aurora,

but then pandora 

would go the way of the leper.

Satan is too exquisite

for that plebeian path.

A plop in the distance.

You can feel small

spelunking in that box.

Dark green with the dread

of burning sips

from the lamp of Aladdin.

Goldman Sachs shines inside,

manipulates and controls.

In that chest are mortgages,

spun up and sold

like so many souls 

lost forever to the Lord.

College loans marriage proceed

like the plastic bride

bound to Satan's denizens,

all squelching, depriving a nation

of vigilant citizens.

Mahogany lined by velvet

quietly invites trips

dangerous as Wayne's last gram.

Pungent, a people disabled.

Poisoned adrenaline.

Like Kobain's last hit of heroin

lost in the swell of the rest

sailing above like a lark,

under a wave

crashing on a grave beach,

submerged, lest

it slow down to a creek

trickling into the palm

of a sweaty card shark.

A rush in the instant

makes you feel so tall,

that theres no fear even of the rocks.

Satan likes to play

his favorite toy,

the one you chose,

mind still clouded, muddled,

waits behind the door.

That chest is locked, 

but not yet closed.

Aggressive like a beetle

that hurriedly scuttles,

snakes that unabashedly slink

under briefcases,

fill with lives bought,

steal the last thought

from those who don't need

to think.

Subsisting on faces

of races piled in sync,

as the same hands beating,

repeating,

the thunder of an iron drum

eat the last crumb

from the trembling hands

of those who can't afford

to lose.

Different paths

aren't really there to choose. 

So sweet

in itself

but still lost

in the heavenly realms.

Satan' in heat

and hes ready to fuck

stay the hell out of his box.