Soft Throne Night Nurser

gently, dread Angel

on the sulfurous plain

the Prince doesn’t come

where?

where?

where?

the world over

I don’t find kin

 

Angel,

I made my own

suckle, Baby, Grow

together we will Consume

Worlds

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Disguise Alarm: Rose Spiral

Madness, my Adam, it’s when

You wear as other men

You disguise as other men

That you disturb me

Unlike other men.

Mutable, Solitary—

I follow the vital

Spiral you set forth

And turn in flushed pursuit.

Gossip Session: Cousin Had a Love Baby

our son

frightens me

with his smiles

with his silences

i can’t bear

his lipsmacking

voluptuous mouth

 

let us flee

over the sea to singing

circling schoolchildren playing

Don’t Touch (!)

the Old Woman

 

it is a cavernous

swallowing

it is a lipsmacking

voluptuous mouth

it is a bowlegged hunchback

teasing a toddler turning

to me with the same

awful

wonder