Poems from issimbi
I reminisce on the bliss
of your butterfly kiss
but this I dismiss to resist
the homely abyss
of Mother-Daughter biosis.
From uncouth caterwauls of coital delight
in the asexual day of pornographic night,
ever so erotically, the vixens of dawn
apprise me Jack...
Afloat a tumultuous sea of rage,
he drifts solitary, still, and silent.
Yearning out the Hadopelagic cage;
deep marine, where quiet means...