End of Desire


Is the green lawn
the Velcro jackets
Armed crowds with pumpkin clubs to fight

Is a word it then becomes
At the end of desire?

But either way it was never a knob
Cross with the peeping tom
Teak wood
Lingering past the Sandal brown shoes
To keep them out the door
The straight-jacket Feds took over
Yellow tapes, chalk marks
Someone’s dead

The end of desire

Life is a bull
Bulging bobs in its vein
In children’s angry cartoons
The pierced snarling hefty things
and the red,
are married
Until the bull is tranquilized
And so his beloved lay
Bleeding by the
mulberry tree

O Pyramus

And so was the
end of desire.



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