The vanity of the opportunist
And narcissism on an imperial scale
Breeding spite and despotic aches
Finding form in entitlement
To steep in bloody euphoria the despicable canvas
Bleached whiter than death
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Solitary molecules wander from receptor to receptor
Come, spiteful opiate!
Invoking bliss as brittle as rapture
Like the harlequin balanced
Between his stilts and the noose
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The sovereign tongue contorts and molests
Its dance as meretricious as the poppy
A foul lecher drooling bile
On these windows
On this pristine filth
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We've made our bed, and lord knows
We won't be telling the truth in it
A cobblestone chorus
With all the tenacity of oxygen
Bent double on phosphorus
The tearing of the robe
As the curtains in the temple
The stretching of the rope
As a sordid fundamental
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I let the flesh persist
Such that, in transient and passing stupor
I exist
Speak not, child
Speak not
There's an art to it
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A prickling of every pore, each follicle an antenna
Crackling static over cold skin
Vasoconstriction on every frequently flung out frequency
Individuals all lined up in sequence
Elated and unabated, pulse and pulse again!
Ah!
To plaster the walls with the bone dust
And to smear over the concrete
With bloody viscosity
All born in the gutter to gutter-borne orphans
All limbs and no legacy
All in this together?
Hah!
I'll believe it
I'll let it grow like plaque
When my head zips up at the back
Down from the ballpoint comes a great new divide
Sintering these crystallites
We're less catalyst and more cattle-eyes
Two-faced phases falling
Failing, flailing against the undertow
In the pretence that they're not just atoms
In the cycle of reactant flow
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Just as many are the flaxen locks rudely torn
From the heads of children
Many are the pawns thrown without ceremony
From this mortal board
The Queen moves unperturbed
But there's a wanton amoral grip about her throat
Abhorrent and abundant, resplendent on the velvet
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The papaver is germinating
Not for want of soil, nor water