Again I look, Again I tremble
shining boudoir of
mystic ensemble:
the gloomy witch
the feroucious mistress
and the rusty pimp
all blended
in sadian justness.
Again I struck, Again I grumble
soggy orgy of moaning distance
whatever occur
occured for the Mistress
While me, the slave, the actor,
the barbarian kermesse
in a salty flesh of bustle
I'll be your divertissment
in your castle
Now, the play can start
the theatre be blood and smoke
a long continuous history
of a moulding force
perennial revolution
of destruction
My body is the memoir
of your holy tongue
written for minor gods
in your shining shrine
Again I look, Again I tremble
But wait a second please
Is this inversion
rapacious change of sexual regimes
or the flip of the coin
a linguistic trick of jade?