Aporia Impasse II

A Poem

Aporia Impasse II

Behold the flagrant noose,
Tied,
Tight,
Tighter,
Each coil,
Another chain,
The spiral destiny echoes
Through cluttered space;
And the beggar man’s open hand
Takes from the pusher man’s candy-coat stash.
A three-legged wolf with sulfur eyes,
Rips orchid flesh from spinster’s legs;
And about the town, the shops are out of stock.
No man can buy a wolf or a candy coat,
But every man can tie a rope.

Then with consent of a mandrake root,
Build your wax wings to seek the stars,
And take Leda to secret worlds,
Where birds shan’t chirp,
And a friend’s kiss is but a dagger
That pulls illuminate blood,
Which glows so deeply green,
That the tendrils of an old god
Writhe in the sanguine pool.

So when a stranger queerly knocks,
Close fast the door, and turn the lock.

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