Tense as fisherman’s reel, irrigating dry furrows deep
into gnarled roots, scratched and acid etched/
anxieties and misconceptions disconnecting spirit
in tarnished dull silver spirals, silted canals, cracked
craniums, depleted uranium, a half-life half lived/
rigoured bodies ossifying in isolated vile madness/
pulping your liver in masticating teeth/ emasculating
yourself without the usual misogynistic assistance/
you crawl through an oedipal underworld, an Orpheus
spell bound by flickering television light/ a web of
black Lilith’s spells woven round your panicked head,
You are a dichotomy, an anomaly: an idiot
on a ship of fools; you levitate and fall; crashing
through the cotton candy fog of mindless mind.
Soft as pus, you sag, ragged and sunken:
a doll-form with big doll eyes.
Love me, love me, love me, you cry, semen
arcing in parabolic, diabolic flight; and you implode
in the ashes of night - a quantum step away
from the epicentre of your being.
Dissolving in the boiling cauldron of the crone moon,
all sense of self: you erase all memories,
like so many bar room brawls and midnight fucks;
slamming tequila in the lowest circle of hell, with
Dante by your elbow whispering red flashbulb light
into your retina...
A soft vulva hotly enfolds you.
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