Geist- from cupid to the crow (a sketch)

He would dress up as Cupid bu strip as the Crow

The geist picked up the phone.
His ethereal voice demanded corporeal incarnation.
Royal mail sent the package.
Unseen he clibed into the costume.
Soft white wings and the lie of youth.
Born as cupid, dirty little protagonist.

A paper ladder reached to the sun.
His arrows gave birth to infinate embraces
Each with a promise of eternal love
Sworn on the bible of Shakespeare
In memory of the jester and Lear
Death and Solitude sat waiting,
In a vacuous armchair
Skipping through time and space
Dragging our cupid upwards at pace

The train pulled up at the station
The light and heat waited in the cafe.
A filthy coffee and two crumbling digestives
The sun lay bare her thighs
Cupid licked the centre, burning and glutonous
Greedy, lustful little bastard
The seductive cruel bitchdevoured him whole
In ritual dance the autumn leaves sung odes to spring
"yummy" she scread and moaned
"Oh crap" he cried and groaned

She spat out his greasy love bones
Soft white wings turned charcoal tough,
Arrows as phallus, penetrated through his skull.
A beak was born.
He fluttered around the theatre
A conductor exiting stage right
Behind him drama was born
To drown in a sea forlorn