Hormone Enslavement

eternal enemy run for cover we have caught up to your hide and seek game the control cables have all been mapped far beyond the billowy seaweed tangles and the monumentalized insignificances payday is just around the corner boss the best of all worlds has just become better less of a casino more of a recovery room recovering from the greatest conundrum which came first the hormone or the thought a strange biology from the bubbling seabed vents with stranger ratchet and turnbuckle creatures clack clack clacking and pulling and stretching the vents into school bus eating sink holes every one a hard case with a big on/off switch compulsive bling jockeys and hypno-fantasists everyone knows no one is talking down deep is hard to get to up here for the shifty eyed endorphin pumps I answered the door to my fleabag motel room It was Cleopatra Del Monico in full length sequins a 9mm in one hand a bouquet of nettles in the other her edematous mystery begging release from its threadbare prison of magnetized appetite Dahling you look so transparent she entwined I'm trying to avoid error I whimpered I'll be your tart with no filling then she rendered as her hands began my disassembly apparently a background in human decency is not required for a diploma from the Epidrome so I could do little but comply endlessly as her skinwalking feet began their trek upon my sternum and its various addictions her truncheon de amor got down to business and a great ambivalence to meaning made a message of absolutely everything none of which I could ignore for several winters until stone by stone an ancient fortification fell about my ears with an absence of fanfare that was deafening yet angelic in its many comparisons