Well Done (Epiphany of the Checkered Recluse)

The checkered recluse kneels in solemn prayer
Visions of a shrouded ventriloquist
Perched on a creaking stool
A wrist and hand not inserted into a figure
But rather fused to the back of an evil little man

One that spits and hisses through raw, chapped lips
Pink and flaking
A moth ball heart pumps buttermilk blood
Throughout a torso of aluminum
Wrapped in a tuxedo of dyed gauze

The ventriloquist cries with pride
He kisses the forehead of the evil little man
With wet, toothless gums

The checkered recluse stands
Blowing out the candles with a phlegm-reeking cough
The vision is over
As is the solemn prayer



Credits
Writer(s): Henry Kennedy
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