Mashup.

Out of the ocean, out from a train
My studies, they lied
My patience dies:
Recurring tone, be gone, get gone!
You have no lips, you silken puppet
Just ebony stream down the sides
Of your Luna face,To masquerade your
Shedding state – A thin slab of skin, as empty as air
Is all you seem in the brick-wall deluge
Of erotic pollution,
Quick-fix solution:
First there’s me, I’m stricken by grief.
Half my time on the Earth was brief
My subconscious caused Or, my weakness caused?
My hips and waist,
My fickle grace
Loquacious - Face:
One of the flowers that I ripped from the earth
Like the idle plucking of a barely clad babe;
A sprite I drank from your honeycomb grave.

And then I was poisoned
Slowly, but surely.
But time is the maelstrom and the queen Nemesis-
The sharpened crown that I must wear inverted
Digs handsome gold into my lacklustre sponge;
For, like cursed Atlas I must hold my garbage
And I have not the decorum to check
My wrist:

The pesky spectres and petulant
Critics that reign in there:
So free of strings,
Just ashen things – You have no mouth
They said you’d be all auburn and
Slimy, the holy androgynous
Well, that’s a joke-
Now you’ve rekindled – with fire, you fool
Not water, not sea-salt,
She’s back and you’re
Cruel.
The second; I do not care to say,
His lust and chemicals led him astray.
Now: 

Be gone, get gone!
But not before I have
A dream:
A woman emerged from the dusty smog,
With a devilish grin across her face
She flung some brown-crimson box
Nonchalantly to the left
Of her, a painful clunk following
The spilling of a thousand mechanical pieces as if it were the organs of a freshly-
Split victim –
Reaffirmed by the squelchy gurgle of
The last electronic spark. 

What an abortion,
A hideous chimera.
I now must desert like
A ditzy professor.