Tuesday, 7 November 2017

When I was a victim

I was literally in love 
With this angel of death 
I let her use me 
Like an ashtray 
To put out her cigarettes
On my innocent flesh  
It's more or less amusing 
I bear my pearly scars 
Like a prison tattoo
Incisions of broken glass 

When I was a victim 
All sorts of people liked me 
more or less successful now
They wants to victimize me 
They love you when you're 
Drunk 
They love you when you're 
Doped 
They love you when you're 
Plucked and ripe and freshly scraped 
And scalden
They love you when you're 
Racked and stripped 
Roped up in a cauldron 
Don't you have the right 
To be their nubile victim 

This one liked to boo me 
Like a ghostly critic 
That one liked to screw me 
Like a weird exhibit 
The other one barely knew my 
Sense of dislocation 
Still she liked to lure me 
Though offensive perturbation 

The barmaid and the captain's wife
The top girl and the scrubber
The haywain and the carving knife 
The nympho and the lover 
Then there was the artist 
Musicians came and flew 
I can't recall them all at all
They're not at all like you 

With your cruel and flagrant 
Inevitable redolence 
Your Spanish calumny 
Your lugubrious fetish 
I was literally in love with your cruel
Virulence 
Your delicate emphasis 
On lunatic phases 
Cold showers of rock salt 
devious undercurrents like smoke 
Curling from your nostrils 
In a lascivious release of 
Seduction 
Bound to inflame my meat 
Calculated to cook my beat 
Aimed at girding my ire 
Shame is a flare of liminal desire

I was liberally drugged
With sex and books and death 
The needle of love 
Would take my breath 
Some unholy dove 
Took me to the field 
Told me to undress 
Made me yield 
Promising the ocean 
I could not resist 
The angel of devotion 
Threw me to the fish

Women kill men 
With the temple of their body
Men just die
Like a rent and spat out rat
It's an insufficient end 
To justify the polish 
But there's no more rails 
Beyond the tunnel of promise.

07/11/17 


















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