Quagmire Christening

Herein this town where gossip breeds like maggots lain in shit
Where moonshine vomits loneliness and joins in song with it
Where hounds bay lament in chorus as a distant siren wails
And the boneyards belch and boom from all the tots in casket cradles
There lives an object of desire but her name for now escapes me
For my thoughts are of her visage as neurosis penetrates me
While I’m sprawled here, gnarled with promise, in this greasy lounge room lair
And I howl so hard and vulgar as commitment to despair
She infects me then ingests me to the bowels of self-control
And I wake to find blood streaming from this sticky, savaged hole
She then comes to me concealed within a fiery windstorm whisper
A shrew in deep disguise delivers from the moon, a sister
From nowhere she has crept into my dreams and travels legions
And in her eyes are secret thoughts she saves for every season
She boils the Baptist’s waters as she’s purged of all her dirt
And reveals to me her beauty that for which I’ve gone berserk
But shame incarcerates me in its cell for treatment of this burden
Though if it were not for my help then its destruction would be certain
Now she paws the floor in fury that we have these bars between us
And I piss myself that she would show such envy for my penis
It’s in this blur of meaning that I realise what’s what
And it sends me back to memories that I’d long since thought forgot
That when I slobber on my knob it’s just to compensate for her
And while the idea burrows through me I can feel the creature stir
Then all grows dim…the silence rings…I’m slowly filled with blood
I dream of drowning her in anger that I’ll call for now, “My Love”
Then the kindness turns to frenzy and I whack myself off sore
And she sneers and points her finger ‘cause she’s seen it all before
But as the odor of my drippings makes me think of her perfume
I wish she’d pull the cord and drag me back inside her retched tomb
So I can sleep in murky tenderness until horizons end
And I can dream at least another life, where all this madness mends

Quagmire Christening

Peter Horsman

Bridgewater, Australia

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Just a poem I wrote several years ago, when I wasn’t such a model citizen.

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