Metaphor metaphor my pestilential aesthetic
A tsunami powers through my mother’s ruins
Delta delta moist loins of the republic
Succumb to the low-lying succubus do!
Flagpole flagpole my father’s polemics
A bouquet of fuck-u-bastard flowers
Fist me embrace me with your phantom limbs
Slay me with your slumlord panegyrics
Flip over so I can see your pastoral mounts
Your sword slightly parting from the scabbard
Girl skulls piled like fresh-baked loaves
A foul wind scours my mother’s cadaver
Ornamental Oriental techno impresarios
I am your parlor rug your chamber bauble
Love me stone me I am all yours
Pound Pound my father’s Ezra
Freedom freedom flageolet-tooting girls
Dancing on the roof of the maquiladoras
Source: Poetry (May 2014)
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