once a eunech

once a eunuch in the cold steel locker rooms of the goddess

I stole the cock of God to my waist and penetrated the Mystery like a night’s thief

through the Elysian fields blindfolded except for my drugs

I popped every poppy I could stick my tongue to

and the preacher’s daughter is my prostitute now

and her mom my own French maid

I walk my dog through the halls of her hostel

and rap on sleeping doors calling for a revolution in breakfast foods

you’ll never sniff a rosebush so sweet

as the one dangling from the beeline between me and my fuzzy navel

you’ll never drink apple juice so tart

as such that dribbles down my chin in a goatee of early morning mountain dew

the four horsemen who ride up over the rise

have come to call upon my erection making way for archangels

to take up saddles unto the doomsday parade

which suffers the streets boldly in the wake of apple blossom petals at your toes painted pink gleaming in the sun

while sparrows take up nest in the bonnet of your perm

for every day is a song if you can’t dance you’ll just have to sit on the sidelines

of high school gym and wait for somebody to show you how but for now

the birdfeeder is open for business

and Osiris will be home soon

I’ll make apple cider of your panty line and milk beeswax out of your areola moons

soon to be suction cups for the masterpiece forever at odds with its palette

fuck you, Jane Austen

fuck you, B.F. Skinner

            and the three-legged serpent you strode in on

                        so boyishly tame

                        in rapt Christianity like a candy bar

fuck Jeb Bush, too

            and make sure there’s one more milky Dilly Bar in the fridge for Aunt Rita

            when she finally returns home to roost her rabid rabbits

fuck you fuck you fuck you all and to all who still believe

that a tall tree is that much more than a pine tree

I sit and read old Japanese poems at your feet