The call to avoid

ring ring, the boogeyman calls
don’t let your heart suck his fireballs
ring ring, let the call through
pick not, to avoid wormholes.

the bogeyman is a color of odd
white clothes in dark bodies
dark bodies held by disappearing bones.
his windshield reflects bad luck.
there’s a yearning of the last alphabet
in the stream of his ignorance.
he romances codeine in sprite cans
wields his tomb in gold and myrrh
you can see the scent of death in his teeth.
hold out your ears to the wind
let it travel it to the time beyond lies.
you can’t save the day with lion palms
you can’t breathe little air with a balloon nose
there’s only one way, and it is down to death.

ring ring, the boogeyman calls
don’t let your heart suck his fireballs
ring ring, let the call through
pick not, to avoid wormholes.

Ruddapoet