I’ll make a rude ghost — the kind who infects
crossroad brothels; anywhere the fragrance
of sex and fear sleeps. Skulking hulks of wrecks;
enthralled with jellyfish, phosphorescence
and the double-grin shark. A thousand years
of cock, hanging just so. Aeons of sprite
light, all that dreary pop-rock and cum smears
on my chin. I’ll make rude; ghost in skintight
trousers, tousled hair and alabaster
hunger. I saw The Devil in Miss Jones,
it made my grotty whore moans and toxins
all run amok. Dead lust is a horror
show. I traffic with fear and pheromones.
Lick me clean; I’ll make you cum in ruins.