he used to tell me as i removed his armor
honey pie, you over pack everything
your suitcase
your bowl
your bed
as i swallowed him knowing
he was a means of suicide
but he was 2/3rds right
he used to tell me as i removed his armor
honey pie, you over pack everything
your suitcase
your bowl
your bed
as i swallowed him knowing
he was a means of suicide
but he was 2/3rds right
he told me
it was that sexy little upturned swish
at the corner of my amber eyes
the curve i sometimes place
at the edge of my eyeliner
which told him
that i had both the flour sifting power
to bake him the perfect cake
or command my egyptian armies
to cut off his empire’s
holy roman grain supply
his stool sits next to me at the bar
one hemisphere to the left
he tips his panama up with the rim
of a green belgian beer bottle
leaning in until his shoulder finds mine
this is an unfair question
cuz i get mad when people ask me…
i don’t know after all these years…
but do you KNOW what you want?
she leans back all cleopatra
with an asp in her purse
and says
yes
i want to read everything
i want to write everything
i want to fuck everyone worth fucking
i don’t care about fame
i want to die a grandmother
from a lethal bong hit
i want to be mummified and placed in the Smithsonian
so that i may keep saying something to people
damn
that’s beautiful
what’s it gonna take?
a steely resolve to keep moving
i have become
cleopatra upon her litter
exiled
carried aloft in a bed built for an inconvenient queen
above the melded glass sands of blood and grain
desert winds my howling comfort
cast out by a tyrant brother
ptolemy’s thirteenth incarnation
each generation more of a reason
he must die in the nile
little husband
and his geldings
i am chained by the ankle for you
to this land
these people
we are egypt
through my opium haze
i see my blessed alexandria
and pray before jackal headed gods
to return me from this death
my eyes follow the light
of the marble watch tower
emanating from the isle of pharos
ancient port
deliver me guidance and knowing papyrus
so that i may find my way
to the great whore mother streets
her libraries
and temples built
i shall seduce caesar and his army
if the gods make it so
resurrect the statue of me