Poetry

1. FROM THE DEVIL’S PERSPECTIVE
If you viewed the majestic deserts from the forlornly turgid cloud’s perspective;
they’d seem to be nothing else; but impoverished beggars rotting in the graveyards of
hell since times immemorial,
If you viewed innocuous flesh from the treacherously venomous scorpions
perspective; it’d seem to be nothing else; but a ludicrously dwindling bait; exhaling its
very last plumes of preposterously extinguishing existence,
If you viewed pristine eyes from the vindictively vituperative bat’s perspective; they’d
seem to be nothing else; but uxoriously slavering eggs of vicious infidelity; waiting to
be pierced and unsparingly bludgeoned till even beyond the corpses of hell,
If you viewed the Omnipotent Sun from the cadaverously sinister night’s perspective;
it’d seem to be nothing else; but a hedonistically menacing barbecue; roasting every
conceivable entity into inconspicuously livid ash,
If you viewed poignant blood from the delinquently scurrilous parasite’s perspective;
it’d seem to be nothing else; but the most savagely scrumptious meal; ever born on
the trajectory of this boundless Universe,
If you viewed uninhibited happiness from the haplessly deadened skeleton’s
perspective; it’d seem to be nothing else; but the most spuriously unsolicited
idiosyncrasy; squandering without any ostensible reason or rhyme on the lap of soil,
If you viewed sagacious literacy from the indiscriminately beheading murderer’s
perspective; it’d seem to be nothing else; but a fecklessly wastrel bug; an
unfathomably heinous prison wasting countless hours of the world,
If you viewed the divinely mother from the salaciously corrupt politicians
perspective; she’d seem to be nothing else; but an inanely squatting and baselessly
lascivious spider; which needed to be endlessly squelched under the pretext of
delirious ambition and barbarous desire,
If you viewed fragrant soil from the tyrannically monotonous builder’s perspective;
it’d seem to be nothing else; but another bundle of meaninglessly brown feces; which
needed to be ruptured and brutally excoriated to the most unprecedented limits; so
that uncouth structures of stone could enlighten the sky,
If you viewed the unadulterated infant from the profanely plucking vulture’s
perspective; it’d seem to be nothing else; but an ephemeral speck of morning
breakfast; whose eyeball’s needed to be ghastily devoured as dessert; after
iconoclastically snapping apart the blood and fledgling bones,

2. If you viewed the regal painting from the hoarsely emaciated beggar’s perspective; it’d
seem to be nothing else; but a wonderful begging bowl; in which could be blissfully
accumulated the entire coin- collection of the sweltering day,
If you viewed the eternal meadow from the indefatigably crunching dinosaur’s
perspective; it’d seem to be nothing else; but a chunk of soggily slandering
cake; disappearing into remorseful nothingness at the tiniest exhalation of breath,
If you viewed the enchanting rainbow from the inexhaustibly cold-blooded
crocodile’s perspective; it’d seem to be nothing else; but an unsurpassably appetizing
delicacy; that needed to be tirelessly munched till times beyond infinite infinity,
If you viewed the spell-binding eyelashes from the truculent butcher’s perspective;
they’d seem to be nothing else; but a fringe of lifeless hair; that would do
astoundingly well to garnish the silhouettes of the red meat just unceremoniously
cooked,
If you viewed the truthful conscience from the satanically grotesque ghost’s
perspective; it’d seem to be nothing else; but a coffin of raunchily asphyxiating
darkness; devastating countless in its gruesomely amorphous swirl,
If you viewed the intricately hollow ears from the ballistically stinging spider’s
perspective; they’d seem to be nothing else; but lifelessly morbid hollows in which
could spawn the most gratuitously ribald of silken web,
If you viewed perennially burgeoning breath from the lugubriously obsolete
grave’s perspective; it’d seem to be nothing else; but insurmountably decayed air;
which would forever spread cursedly appalling doom,
If you viewed limitlessly blessed life from the invidiously torturous death’s
perspective; it’d seem to be nothing else; but gallows of gorily cumbersome oblivion;
which massacred more vociferously than ever before; as each instant unveiled,
And if you viewed immortal love from the unceasingly marauding devil’s perspective;
it’d seem to be nothing else; but the immeasurably insidious valley of betrayal; which
snapped the wings of compassionately unequivocal relationship; without the slightest
of chance to relent.