Muse of A Masturbator

Musings

Muse of a Masturbator

What? Charlotte (?)
A faint scarlet?
Some what pale red?

Have you gone mad?
'Daddy' ,You must be knowing Him well
A portrait of onyx Appolo
In the Jewish Overcoat
He
will stab you to black death
In a moment he hears you sayin this

Charlotte! What?
Gangling lump of forbidden flesh
confounded in the curls of blonde spread
Weeps?
Weeps white sensual honour
on an odd mid-night stroke
of a distorted square clock
whose dark minutes are crystallized white in the wheel of unharnessed second-cycle
by the soggy tears of this forbidden flesh?

What?
Shut your mouth up
And talk sense to save
Your life.


(?) Charlotte is the masculine character whose muse reminds us of our hay days. His muse is a concern.

Author's Note

This is not an explicit content.