Ichthys and the Pagan

Ripe with expression,
Borderline obsession.
Into delta and delve,
Into understanding and rationality.

A hoax, a gimmick, a doubtless choice,
Lure into the buzzing, calm before the storm.
Loveless and foreign, bleak and hard.
It’ll pine away before it starts.

Minerva is open,
Aphrodite is spread.
The temptress and the goddess,
One shelter, one bread.

I like to lick dirt, I eat worms.
I think hard enough to turn my sweat into sperm.
Sewage and blood, despair and hate,
Time’s up. I’m alone on a lake and ready to cast and bate.

Spine-splitting melodies,
Heart-breaking aromas…
Fuck it, let’s dissect this rat piece by piece.
Cringe on command, release when broken.

Be still, and know that I am God.
Worship me, clean my feet with wine.
Nail me a thousand times over,
Let the rust cleanse me.

I am Chi Rho,
I the lamb of labarum, a labyrinth.
Hunt me into the safari,
Grass, gold and blood of the Rastafari.

Whatever I may be, whatever I can hold,
I will expand and contract,
Bend and refract.
Hunt me, nevertheless.