Caustic hyperreality

In your caustic hyperreality
you spread, infectious.

A blacksmith of welded desires.

You chomp gazes and then
you tread on them, callous.

The train of your gown
clutches at the dreamers’ dreams
drinks up the drunkards’ drinks.

In your high-heels
hissing, you haul your holy loot.

The bawdy house of your body
drips blood.

Fresh poppies from a ghoul groin.