GOD SMACKED THE SHALLOW HACK

Subtle licking control
heaving receiving breathless automatic choke, 

Displeasure rests as Wreath in fake 
aroma ,scent, warm musty stunted by sight

​​​​​​​Gobsmacked shallow hack
angel moulded before the melted black
psalm washed by sherry fuel
paper skin floats within the sacred sin
empty capture beckons the silent theme

by the markers rubbed and torn
along the craving in crunching path
towards a stone in crutch and grasp
through the mellow static breast
​​​​​​​seated on the planed thorn

​​​​​​​before me this Gobsmacked hack
a Ribbon in Silhouette
no fear
just curl of laughter
then i start the laden signal