Congratulations on your downward spiral, <br />The self replicating coils of the inky stairwell <br />Disappear into her bindi, <br />Sinkhole the mortgage floorboards all the way <br />Down to the last layer of hell, <br />Where the octogenarians are ice-fishing <br />Up to their necks in the lake of frozen sinners, <br />Right into the 3rd mouth of the devil. <br />Sitting with Cassius you ask him why he wasn’t <br />A greater criminal. He replies, “Who are you <br />Anyway? I am the great Cassius.” Then he goes <br />Right on being chewed like raw hamburger <br />Between the devil’s bleeding gums, <br />Moaning ever so slightly, parting his lips <br />Like a butterfly on the web of a white midnight. <br />The rest of the senator is gone into pink beefsteak for the <br />Gullet, his decapitation retaining the sightless ego; <br />Lucifer is too busy chewing to palaver, <br />His teeth like sharp pews receding up the church of this throat, <br />And his wings are churning like the great putrescent windmill. <br />Sick cats have crawled into the shadows of his <br />Armpits to die, and they smell like mildew under her eyes <br />Who have been asleep too long, <br />Lacquered shut like difficult windows, <br />Eyelashes clasped in a terrible nightmare which has her in throes, <br />One she refuses to part with, and lies there like <br />A rusting Disney world princess, her dress mottled <br />And felted with vermilion lichen, the house we once lived in <br />Melted about her as the forest has stepped in like <br />A locksmith after the final foreclosure notice, <br />Hiding her from view as he does his job, <br />Reinventing her chastity so I no longer am allowed my familiar approach.<br /><br />Robert Rorabeck<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/primeval-tanking/
