The Opposite of Trance
Etheric this one isn’t. He is steep
With hairiness and muscle like a Greek
Guerrilla killing Nazis. Flesh is deep
If worshipped. He is foreign to oblique.
He wants to thrust and press his chest against
His victim as he rapes or woos. A man
Like this is not some spirit merely tensed
With squirting blood. His ribcage is a klan
To set a cross on fire inside your breath.
As solid as the sword he polishes,
He knows himself. As sturdy as that death,
Virginity’s death, he demolishes.
..He doesn’t care about the astral core
….Of soul. He ravages a first-time whore.