Narcissus

Tense as fisherman’s reel, irrigating dry furrows deep
into gnarled roots, scratched and acid etched/ 
anxieties and misconceptions disconnecting spirit in 
tarnished dull silver spirals, silted canals, cracked 
craniums, depleted uranium, urban deprivation/ 
rigoured bodies ossifying in isolated vile madness/ 
pulping your liver in masticating teeth/ emasculating 
yourself without the usual misogynistic assistance/ 
you crawl through an oedipal underworld, an Orpheus 
spell bound by flickering television light/ a web of 
black Lilith’s spells woven round your panicked head.


Fragmenting
	Fracturing
		Splintering
			You are a dichotomy, an 
anomaly, an idiot on a ship of fools.  You levitate and 
fall: crashing through the marshmallow fog of 
mindless mind.  
	Soft as pus, you sag, ragged and sunken: a doll
 form with big doll eyes.
	Love me, love me, love me, you cry.  Semen 
arcing in parabolic, diabolic flight; and you implode 
in the shamanic night – a quantum step away from the 
epicentre of your being.

Dissolving in the boiling cauldron of the crone moon:
all sense of self.  You erase all memories, like so 
many bar room brawls and midnight fucks.
Slamming tequila in the lowest circle of hell, with
Dante by your elbow whispering red flashbulb light 
into your retina.  A soft vulva hotly enfolds you.