Dry Sex

i once lived in freedom

clothed

in white 

all my colours upon my countenance 

joy and love from smile to smile

my heart childlike

my hands knowing no blood

except the blood of abrahams rams

now i am labelled 

now i am captive

my arms drip with plastic

where woven palm fronds used to hang 

my smile is as dark as the pupils in my eyes

they hide a pain and adulteration 

a defilement and loss of innocence 

my feet tread upon the skins of fellow humans

my stomach is filled with black gold

i gaze upon a void 

to where have all the angels fled

they have gone where i cannot go

so long as i am chained to bablipped

the more shine i dangle 

the less lustre i see

the world wanes dull

the sun withdraws 

so much rainbow coloured shit 

but nothing of our former beauty

we have come undone and unravel

even as we stitch one anothers wounds 

with prefab fig leaves

and fly above the law 

what kind of transcendance is this

that brings us so low

begging like dogs for attention 

hustling like pigs for the scraps 

our itching ears are filled with odourous wax

no wonder our minds stench

and we no longer hear the love of god

let alone see it in this junkyard of anthropic wisdom

the nakedness that understands fuck all

as it sells its soul to the technocracy

no other fate remains 

but to be hung on judas field 

when we could have entered the skull 

but instead have entered the orifice of the rear 

indeed we have sodomized our selves 

no point blaming the lamb at this point

we are as guilty as the man in the mirror 

nothing less