Crocheting Baphomets Cojones

Inverted,

I purge this warring vesper
wrangling a tangled dangle
slanted with a angled defunct ramses
as romulus rumbles with a cramping ram

what do you see, as you resemble me
assimilated as a desecrated fade
inside the sliced subsided rave
of an androgynous equilibrium
carved upon an enslaving grave

raise ho, your fettered mesh
and hexed flesh abashed and braised
graffitied branded with sanskrit skirts
shellacked and festered
from shattered worth

a charcoal moppet,
fistular as the oncogenic foetor
towing a toe tagged troubadour
into a womb of necrosis

toadying across
the togs of my threnody
another hemoglobin
redacted aristocrat
fetid as a rorschach
fattened cadaver

a titular feast,
for many legged creeps
no standing at ease,
if you shiv Pericles’s knees

this dulce cachexia seeps
from my gustation shoots
erecting a logged lodge
on my tracheal plateau

suturing my lingua bulb
to the frothing lianas
clenched to your legume
as these gaunt teguments
nurture the throb of
eidolon verdure branchlets

cantillated along
the chatoyant plexus
of my gangrene gangue
haunting and mercurial
as martyred beauty
accentuates abscessed
symphonies sadistically

binding verdigris crucifixes
across belial’s lips

while my brine oculars
bleed day screams
into a sea of impaled dreams

as my grey garrison
of yesterday's festive dance
abandons my taste of holding
onto your ascending laments.