Drominus 2: Pegasus!

Out of late night bus mornings
Came a parking lot hoot
From a buzzing pink light
His silhouette was a jagged moon
Barking “Pegasus Pegasus!”

Pegasus, our neighbor’s antiquated yard-mule
Magical bulldog older than we 3 sons
Spoke like a 4 piece demon horn band
Like leprechaun jig on our eardrums
Toxic Pegasus! Hypnosis Pegasus!

We broke our mannequin legs
Orchestrated mass unmakings
Of flower pots, cars, and lawn furniture
The pink flamingo, a flavorful delicacy
For its plasticized musculature

Corrosive night as if seeping from under his paws
Porch-trolling spine-fur snarl-beast
His growl grumbled a churning in his mud guts
His heartbeat sounded like the clacking of boulders
His steaming snort “Pegasus Pegasus!”

On bikes we were Indians whistling
Proud of our chicken plucked feathers
Wearing streaks of their blood and ash
Hiding our packed lunches, juice boxes
Under ten gallon cowboy hats, muffling Pegasus.

Camped on the vertical horizon mountainside
We were sweating like peppermint hard candy
Cracked heads over hot fudge and spam cakes
The chilling night whisper was a campfire tale
An encompassing shiver of fallen clouds

Miles from the mind waves of “Pegasus Pegasus!”
Wizard bulldog, older than the sun
We soon fell deep into a slumber lust, twisted red
Dead would be our ruler Pegasus
Revenge would be our mercy.

Waking crazed we wandered sleep revenge
Our muscles bent on memory of murder
Every step lunged towards Pegasus and cut night
The last cut, was an antiquated yard-mule
Toxic dead Pegasus! Hypnosis revenge Pegasus!


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I'm still editing this one. But it all came out within the course of an hour or so. It is the second part of the Drominus series and came inspired by the theme "transformation." From Totally Optional Prompts.

What is a poet?, this is a pretty good answer.