Angel eye
He approaches - a fish out of water waving his filamentous fins
His breathing hands sifting the desert dust
And he’s got a knife he’s got a few sharper ones too stuck in his sash
Armed to the gills
After the gelding I’ll be much better than a man he assures me
I’ll be angelized.
Dove into the swamp
Swam until I became a riddle of slugs soft weeds bloodsuckers teeth
Ran through the jungle
The freezing reef I climbed like a skulking ascending glacier
Then I lost my foot and my alibi
Fell a wreck at their cataphracted feet
Blindfolded and gagged they had me quarantined
A luminescent amoeba now-defunct enkindled the bleak sojourn
She was a tiny parasite in one of my eyes
She saw my suffering
She remembered my childhood
When I was such a stud where all the old patricians croaked with envy
That I'd better be made better than a man soon
My prick showing the proud depravity
Of a lean never lame boomslang
Agreed agreed their jealous rusted voices croaked
And the amoeba clung
And made love to my eye
My all-seeing eye
My angel eye.
For Every Tib and Tom Cat
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