Forever the umbilical whore
crisp and scaly skin
you greedy, dirty mollusc!
to present a pretty picture
here the player stands unworthy
with his right hand on his left knee
his jaw loose, his elbow in his shin
you cheer and applaud
this sorry syphilic sore
the one that refuses to call itself
art, yet stands on ceremony
to be sold like clothing
at a thrift store
what is this dance that we do
hands, legs, hips far apart drew
your gyrations wish to please
an absentee goddess
you can’t fuck the world
you can’t set off your losses
no matter how many thrusts
this set will end and
you will be home again
wrapped around in your
loveless lives and
your Egyptian cotton sheets.
