'Monstrere' 'montage'

Welcome to the skull:
Kali's 'royal ball'

('we') suppose you heard the call...
how the monster's ten feet tall...
hell bent and Freudian twisted
ensconced behind a Floydian wall
of enlisted black hammers...

beating like hearts of darkness
for their cherished emperor, who...
(demented as a Kurtzian jackal)
conducts the electric storm
of perverting a static worshiped norm,
the dagger charged with regicide...

the mob now witness
the ceremonial pinning and disrobing
a fast-sinning courtesan globe
of moldly, mythic, too long-conserved clothes

the new risen lords
raise the bloodied virginal sheet
and drag down the deified blue-black flag
of truncheon-waving social accusers...

who even bared to the guillotine
slander their 'targets..'
as demonic free radicals
guilty of marijuana parties...
unmotivated witches and warlocks

guilty of consorting with sable 'Ogun...'
all as volatile as 'Jong-un...'
this new Minotaur
reads the green book
while flying across the sea
watching 'Rent' in three-d...
taking poppy tea
with Gaddafi's red-eyed ghost...

this monstrous host look
down through monocles and clouds
(laughing at funeral shrouds)
all afloat on Jagger's cloud,
the merry bloated beasts...
down absinthe with a howl and a wince
as their imperial conversation
conquers cities with olive-branches
and frosted castle walls
carved with snows of arrows...

reveal surreal rows
of floridly prepared harem roses...
new-born in liberal renaissance...

where safe behind
the web's venomous confusion
and labyrinthian rows of encrypted code:
fallen Olympian flames
light the "Apple" red incense...

and (spiking Odin's eye)
they "sell the animal farm..."
and, roaring like mongols
proceed to the Macbethian deed
of opening the floor
of 'the great golden whore'
to the raucous realities
of deified 'Democracy'