the calling

tally ho,
and away i go,
delving into the cream
of my twisted
cerebellum.
from the moment of open eyes,
out of the canal,
the rhythm,
beat,
eight oh eight kick
that propelled me
was out of sync.
two score and seven
dance the jig
dubbed confusion~
a tight little step
which calls on
spectral visits
long since forgotten.
RRRIIING...
it's your pathetic life calling.
RRRIIING...
answer,demons can't dial~
or can they?
hello?
black suited
messiahs,
from a messianic mind,
present themselves
in leather and lace.
their search has ended~
upon me they place the mantle
of multiple gifts.
my eyes burn,head pounds
as the installation
is completed.
...now hardwired for delivery.
singed wire,
hanging lifeless in my presence,
contradict my beliefs,
yet onward shall my march
to immortality continue.
an afterglow~
turn thy face
for he is
the one.