(All Of) The Demise Of Aphrodite

In a golden, mauve prison
Bemoans a poisoned, deaf convict,
Victim of his own persecution.

Neurotic fruits feed the beloved
With dressed-up dreams that are given away,
To leaves that fall and are never uncovered.

In an inert pit, I dig for meaning.
Obsessed, compelled to hell, they fiddle away -
Ghosts dance on merrily, they’ll have me kneeling.

Bright lights are always there talking;
In a kaleidoscope on the screen I become,
Back into euphoria’s womb, alone I’ll sing.

A decor of pages flow and unfold without a mind,
With recorded evenings to entertain:
Rape the Classics, then travel to find.

A swallowing, devouring mound quivers; the pulsating cat thaws.
Fleshly, unshaven shadows overhang a wilderness of bliss -
Peach fur glistens, lemon drips juice from swollen jaws.

I’m a spectating man, going back to my teenage feast,
A sanguine symphony plays while I die in her honey.
Gyrating whimsies tear out the eyes in me – a beast.

What I see in the summer, but not in the winter,
So relieved, but another food still awaits.
They move along with less on, till the “End,” as I splinter.

Sacred sins in sacrilege, a blasphemy to shield,
His crimson horse He mounts, in white robes.
Hark! The last clarion trumpet shrieks: to the field!

Diving swans are caught by hawks, just like cod -
The alliance of both troops; past the river I will go,
Above the water, their heads are picked off. O God!