You smell of fate

Keep on thinking 

Like Artaud 

Woe the cruelish 

Balinesian 

Bones will steam 

In florid wasp

The culminations 

Of subscription 

Vend transcendence 

Wave goodbye 

To the altar 

Of obeisance 

Vis the rural tweedy modes

bidden preference 

doffing caps 

purest deference 

Which is bitter 

And resplendent 

Like a pitchfork 

At a wake 

Like a shotgun 

Or a flood 

God I hate 

Equality’s lack 

of gratitude 

Almost more 

Than your duplicity

Polyester 

Bonfire toffee 

Effigy 

You smell of fate

Your moliere 

Is rheuming pigshit

And your mirror 

Breaks my face.

5/11/19. (Revised) 3/12/19