THE MOTHER LAND
She birthed you in a river of sweat
In a swarm of bees
In a hive of petroleum and gold
The oil ran between her thighs
Vaginal whispers
Throwing caution to the wind
Avast! we will set sail
tonight my pretty ones
O yes, it has been foretold
upon the day of reckoning
Ye shall be judged and found perfect
In deed and intention
Ye who have forsaken so much
In the quest for perfection and peace
Ye who have torn the world apart
In search of a warm nest
A resting place
between the slow moving thighs
Of some maternal beast
The city is your mother now
Drenched in sex and
proliferating cells
She slaps your thighs
You writhe in ecstasy
Her neon lips
That touch the silent Thames
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Oedipus, Oedipus, where have you been?
I've been down to London to sleep with the queen.
And O, might I say, twas remarkably gay
We sat and played backgammon
many an hour, til the time came
To embrace the inevitable
our friends are departing
The owl and the pussycat
Have fled for warmer climes
And twenty thousand handkerchiefs
Are waving in the wind
The soldiers boarding trains
With stiffened cocks
And weeping eyes
Thinking of the months of sexless darkness
That will pervade their waking dreams
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and so departed
There is no more to say or do
But simply follow through
The city ticks and sways
The clocks turn, the rivers run
But the heart is dead
Surely ye know this by now
Ye who have seen so much
And travelled so far
I did not give you eyes for nothing my dear
The sickness has reached her climax
We are in the cherry blossom
of our most cancerous days
And each small day is numbered
with a fading piece of chalk