The Ballad of Sexual Obsession




The world is a cubicle
& when you think
outside of it,
you’ll find yourself
standing just beneath
the noose.

Time isn’t really
had but made out of quick-
lime : everything,
then, becomes
an academic question.

The man is a gasbag,
but he finds himself
enthralled by
his own
toned buttocks. 

He devours a cold
chicken
breast to better 
achieve a mind of winter. 
It's true they're idiots
& true he's the tool 
of Satan but Satan
only wants to have you
for tea & to give 
bunny his good supper. 

Singing in the rain 
of artillery; sex is so 
2005--there's an app 
for that: it's called
oblivion, equal parts 
lion & libido.  Follow
the chimera tracks 
in the dust to where 
the gold hare lies
buried by the collapsing 
buildings.




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