DRAFT FOR THE CONTINUATION OF ‘A MAD POETWRITING BY CANDLE LIGHT OF ALL NIGHTS’

WOULD YOU dance a fugue behind
the outhouse / under the hands of beautiful
things that bloom, Oh! upon sacred plains where
shepherds go.
That once i loved Jessica the Nun! Within
her silk nun’s habit i saw her pendulous breasts
(i prayed to the cult of Virgins then) and stuck
my tongue within her mouth for penance
: God forgave the lesser angels as they are from
a different order. The rest of them congregated
as horny vampires and ate me while I held their
heads below the Church Steeple.

:: 02.20.2022 ::