GRAPE FLAVOURED DRINK
has always been
messing with me
taking an
unhealthy interest
in my affairs
ruining my
love life
(except for a single
stupendous orgasm
that
rewiring the switchboard
of my brain
flipped my
orientation
to transcendental)
ah, yes
first stumbled across you
in Euripides’ play
me
slipping through
the fourth wall
to commune with you
hunting down that
rather fascist King
as a matter
of legacy and
brutal vengeance
chaos and the irrational
so
wedded to
and you smirking on
the sidelines
as at the end of
that production
I danced
to the Stones, so wanted to be
pop-rock star
cult
phenomenon you
would claim
to be
created in your image
how much
I suffered from
your love
no less than others
suffered
from your hate
and she
with me that night of
cathedral
huge
sublime
flesh knowledge
falling incandescent like
meteors
to crash and
burn
finding our grounding
in the
wet
dark loam
of irreducible earth
your earth
and your wine too, being
your distinct province
as commonly
agreed-
upon deity
of it
though out of wine (red
and
white alike)
we sanctified whatever
you needed sanctifying
drinking
lurid purple, grape-
flavoured drink a
poems 2 die for 