OINTMENT

she is putting
ointment
on my back

the tracks there
veering off
this way and
that
like a
major
train junction

her nails so long
and sharp
and beautiful

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AND BETWEEN

betwixt and between
the drawer of
lost socks
and the drawer
of dark dreams

is where we fall

the unconscious
like a great washing machine
spinning spinning

but no
rinse
in this cycle

all our religions of redemption
and yet here
no one ever seems
to come clean

THE THING ABOUT PATRIARCHY

the thing about patriarchy
is how
the size that
inflates, expands
is so
quickly
reduced to
mere modest
proportions

and meanwhile
whilst the gods of dick were
exercising command

Vladimir and me
were exchanging pieces
fighting for
tactical control
across the internet

when some nut-job of a dick-god
fired the missiles
which streaked up
out the atmosphere guided
by
stars

hard at that distance to tell
which were
for black and
which were for white

just
there was a tiny
bee in (fake) bonnet
global problem
of huge proportions

needing every megaton in the cupboard
they could lay on it