A monolith in a spirit doll infatuated by rock bands
and generic slurs of astonishment that have replaced its phallic emotions
which cannot last backstage
.
Ideas of ecstasy warmed under superficial lighting
a gesture of I couldn’t give a fuck if electricity could be bandaged
Leaking its shadow
incense cradles over its own spine
hunched over an article
yesterday’s chronology crunched and trampled underfoot
by kingdom’s and their infant sons
