with non-conforming ease
I will powder the nose of my ancestral chain
bring life to the demons that dared to question
my love for the mermaid
with her octopus ears and hearts of trifled clams;
I am hungry for the lustful shag that burns my hollow lungs
hanging from the tree of poplar\'s infertile carriage clock
where flickers the flame of senseless shame from the rabid chocking cock;
where is my mother of darkened prowel and scurrying thighs?
where is my father of tortured soul with needles in his eyes?
I am blind to the comforting pillows of destructive change
alone while my flowing blood bellows and barks
and tickles the spine of the gauntlet\'s pickled brain;
volts of unearthly treasures fluster my shrinking cells
as my stomach chokes on absynth oil and cremated tortoise shells.
burnt at the steak with my vampire smile and blackcurrent cordial.
who shall I say is calling when the dancing bear stands firm and holds my breath?
is it the uncertainty of life that snares the nightmares of my unpatterned sleep?
or the certainty of the final hour that lays me down to weep?
am I ever alone? I am never alone;
never am I ever alone;