Twin Venuses walking out of the water—
Whose house is right? She who is invisible taps the skin with her ghostly fingers—
Watch and pray, Myrna Loy is coming to get you—
We on the threshold of the dream of licking teenage ******—
Our fathers would want us to do it like scientists—
She who is invisible taps at the window—
Her ghostly fingers getting under your skin—
She is the hole, flavored by the sea—
A goddess lies under her skin—
Like two bright Venuses coming out of the water, the stranger was blind to them—
But you walked like a work of art cast in stone—
I couldn’t remember why your bird called
Out to you from the shallow end of the sea
I don’t know why her *** is fairer than the rest
She is only the hole, invisible to the rest
She who is our father’s savior, saint, scapegoat, in regal coat—
She who is the Queen of our heaven—
Mothers forgotten for her sake
She is coming back with buckets of **** on her hands—
Help her carry them to the well, so we can all drink **** in celebration
Her mother has teenage ****** to this day, beholden to the freezer locker—
The joyless world of cloning—
We kiss her goodbye but a kiss is not enough—
Dreaming on the couch is enough,
The short cycle of a clone’s life,
Is it worth it to walk through walls?
Is there time for you to wait patiently beside the carriage?
Is there time?
Myrna Loy is out to get you she’s coming through the wall—
While on the white house’s lawn you wait—
This is the symbol we pray to, like Jonah and the whale—
This is the hashish we smoke
Blonde bombshells rain down on us
This is the house we smoke in
This is the blonde bombshell
She lives here, her guardian is at the gate; she reigns here, her presence is requested on the earth—
She is the hole