MUCUS

I live in the best of times, times of cheap imitation,
deafening consternation, dogmatic pleurisy, sensory masturbation,
Hear words in the mouths of heretics & conjurers
Immediate satisfaction guaranteed - decibels of disclaimers & apologies
The blind lead the seeing-eye dogs into the garden of adultery
Jugglers slip through taffeta eyes of masquerade
I relive my pasts with tequila; see my futures in absinthe blackening
Dissolve my detachment from maternal piety
A mere illusionary tale, twisted like bad acid candy
My own analogy, allergy, allegory, atrophy
Vitriolic bonemeal, panel-beating aspirations back into shape
A sleek white worm in the cortex of co-dependency
A lingering gut ache, a fallacy, an effigy, anti-frizzed
micro-waved, counter-clock wound,
Atypical, amoral, abrupt, aborted,
Bestial, celestial, corporeal real estate,
Contaminated inventory, preternatural howl
The mucus on the blood-stained fingers
Of Lot’s goddamned motherfucking nameless
gutless wife – guilty of everything, indicted, flayed, displayed.