The dark arches
The water gate
The tomb of Eleanor of Castille
All Hallows shadowing
A wet day lying
On the Thames embankment
I ain’t asking shit of
The fixed standard
The plain of high heaven
Or the world across the river
Festering with harlots
Singing girls and
Impious maidens
Little boys peeping
From plate glass patios
Gallows meat products
Bad households infested
With cranky Asian girlfriends
Christian mingle partners
And Inferior Products, Inc.
Emergency scene ahead
An approaching
Anthropomorphic being
A colossal personification
Crazy for kicks with a prying
Gleam of kindred unruliness
The stillness and the unity
The thing that burns
Through the bullshit
Deliciously formed
She just oozes it
Rich-haired-deep-bosomed
Isolating variable ecstasies
Even at this distance
What was said
What was shown
What was done
The ancient chthonic spirit
Of a deity unveiled
An immanent sacrality conferred
Flexing when amber with
Amazement it’s like day one
Enchantment discovery recognition
Dependent on her pleasure
For my place at the table
Fought for tongue and groove
Enzymes and games at
Opposite ends of female
Sexual aberration
A loss of consortium
This patient will most likely
Have to be subdued
Brought in dead
My tuxedo in the toilet
And my shoes in the sink
Being alive is called looking
It’s kind of a horror story
But you get used to it
