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
Copyright © Walter Alter | Year Posted 2020
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