Ulysses

Swollen fountain pen plots
The destruction of the word
Which segmented our society;

Here and now,
Mowed over and cast
Into Father’s bed.

Triumphant elephant flounting
Its truncated occipital,
As the lobe occupies a portion
Of our transgressive sinew.

Heliotropic lacerations
Spent on tissue not sent nor collected,
But merely burned
In the oven of our
Scientology.

Creeps strip naked,
Sentencing the hordes
To death upon
Nails.
Here we fix
The odds, here we leave reason
To the inmates.

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