Coven Ant

In a brothel called The Jade Palace
Cundi The Cunt turns tricks
a Penny for your Flame
On the one hand, she has to make a living
On the other 17, she wishes she was dead
Sea, to lay with her is to enter into a coven
ant, one that if broken
leaves you sick in the head
and begging for more
Her favorite position
Jacob’s Ladder
is a Stairway to Heaven
and a Highway to Hell
The divine dancing with the profane
Absolution within a dream
Communion with The Void
She starts up top, Elohim on her lips
Whispers El in your ear
Kisses Jehovah on the nape
Makes her Yahweh down
To Adonai Master, Lord LORD!

Her sister Circe, a mystical mama
likes to claim the title of High Priestess
though she is often confused
with cousin Calypso –
What sets her apart
is the art of turning
respectable men into beasts
a natural flair for the alchemical
and the nature of men to imbibe
‘No man is an island’
Can the same be said for a woman?
Oceanic aspirations
Jaded jealousy
Heroic hypocrisy
Hellacious javelinas nipping away
at their nether regions
Bacchanalian Ecstasy
The basest of sacred acts performed
From the beginning of time
The Oldest, Siduri, luring Gilgamesh
to catch a Carpe Diem
from the pools of her eyes
Abandon Immortality
Embrace the Lover who longs for you
Here on Earth
Don’t be a Gomer
Hosea’s Hoe
with Baals in her mouth
Bree on her chin
call her what you will
she is an Olsen
Instead stay with me
a little while longer
before your dark desires
take you to the underground
where Papa Legba
the Pimp of the Crossroads
tears down the foundation
leaving, as Rumi says,
‘two glints in the dirt’

03-03-2018