Pseudopolycoria

Poem for Nymphocondriacs

The eye, an ovum for a sperm,
Fertile for a sight, a globule
Ripe and full to bursting turns,
Oversaturated by machine fuel
Until mitosis of the pupil germ
Splits black cancerous jewels.

Boiling over, contracting and dilating
Fucked over and over, contracting aids -
Raw nerves like cable wires, cow rings
And sex toy cattle prods into splayed
Grey matter, shades of grey singed things
Splattered onto a retina.

Stick a finger in your socket
Stick your thumb to your phone,
Burn a hole into your pocket
Let your timeline hear you moan.
Oh, you're tired baby,
Do you feel like you're in the zone?

Satan gave birth to Sin,
Satan and Sin gave birth to Death,
Sin and Death gave birth to monsters:
Slow devourers of their mother,
Bitter she, and her creative womb.
What will you give birth to
With your pregnant, swollen eyes?