Light is swallowed by a black hole,
a watchtower of darkness,
a deep unforgiving ar$e-hole of a cosmic juggernaut,
it never says enough.
Twisting, bending, tearing a rupture
through the fabric of space-time.
Who shifts you in reverse,
oh thou astronomic anu$
with a gastronomic bent.
Do you ever say enough?
No. And why is that?
The gravity of your core
overwhelms attracted photons.
to the dense fog within your heart,
thicker than lead,
and heavier than that,
you pernicious pederast!
Long ago born to destroy the light.
Catamite of yore, whore of
Babylon's fair twin.
Will thou unite in gay marriage?
Seething with the prismic radiance of
your unfocused iris?
Bukowski says the clock was raped.
Nobody heard it scream, or sound the alarm.
That infernal oven's cooked it
through and through,
well done.
Nobody cared to count the toppings
on this luxurious saucy pie.
of sinful leisure, of
pleasure with abandon.
You hold withing your hands
a dying Sun.
