071208: insects & animals
You would have me sleep--
the dog at your feet
content to eat your shit,
licking the grit and piss
from grinding heels--
sour crumbs from your towering table.
Shred this
ulcerated skin, ragged and sagging,
draped like cigarette stained curtains
heaped upon sharded glass.
The night streets screech
with these Sirens:
the bleating of groveling whores
and red-faced poor
with no other place to deface
with the stain of irrelevance.
I scream in the permafrost face
of your Master Race, said
insect to animal,
I would gladly guzzle
the blood of your children
and pollute their veins with my poison,
nestled in your stinking viscera,
divining twilight from offal,
a trembling emperor
to your Xenophon. The diseased
tick, neck-deep
in your crumpled dick;
a festering maggot
under the pink blanket of
your rotting-fish clit.
I breed by the thousands,
bee to your mantis,
drowning in that primordial puddle,
my teaming brood festers
in the thorax and climbs
out the back. Cornered
I scream and attack--
disemboweled, my entrails
tattoo your flesh--
death twitch, tapping out
my epitaph:
I am the insect that matters.