Terminal landscape of necrotized cities Grey spectral sidewalks ending in splinters Streets paved with gravestones Roving children reared upon barbed wire dreams Their hollow teeth filed down And stilettos in their boots
A malignant sky like an open wound Bruised with an exhausted moon Skyclad women Wanton and feral Spilling syphilitic nightmares Within vacant doorways High priests of unconstituted religions Spelled out in cuneiform shorthand Myopic prophets foretelling wars already lost Prognosticating...
I left God behind; or he left me behind Either way, I don't quibble over the details
There was once a time When my universe was inhabited By all manner of specters and spooks Lingering residue of a Catholic youth
I read the meandering gospels In all their asymmetrical splendor Listened as Jesus spoke In riddles and beatitudes In direct opposition to the will to life Watched as he died for the sins of the world The height of altruistic presumption
She's the most beautiful woman In the room I lick the air as she passes Rife with perfume and subtle perversion Languidly, in soft sultry motions She moves like a cheetah With poise and deliberation Like nickelodeon 1920 She goes about in flickering frames Never quite as she was the moment before--- now seductive now demure now flirtatious now unsure
She moves effortlessly through myriad poses of amorous delight ...