To My Seductress Duchess

These, cacophony that beggars descriptions Disorder from indecent breed incubating, Confusion of morals, the imposition of strange culture, Filthily dressed to undress my mind, Our teacher teaching theories of writs and wits These promiscuous pastors parading piety with nudity Lewd licentious and libidinous species luring laurels with drama, These traditional priests tutoring the innocent as the skilled orthodox guru Folly forming and fuming fire on the podium of cerebral These gangs of immoral breeds hovering over men with enthusiasm The sick physician administering drugs on the ignorant, These, A coup against Coleridge, Wired Wordsworth, Barron as Blakes Shapeless Shakespeare, With excessive deluxe paint like a red zone hawker, These fashions clogging the pump of poetic flow With the garbs of a seductress Allays my feet to the "gutter-most" pit of whores These, who feigned folly as fashion forcing Mr Flesh, to a quickie, Teach me the lyric and lines and morals too Inspire my curious heart in poetry and NOT the contours of shapeless show Evoke in me a desire and arouse my intellect and NOT to lust Induce me with scintillating lyrics and NOT to the nightmare and dreams of a succubus Tempt my heart to scholastic loyalty and NOT to the apple of Eden Conjure the parley of mutated minds with words Come again to the conference in art and rags of skilled minds I adjure you, be Natural