Phragmites australis australis, or: Rape of the cattails
Posted: September 22nd, 2010, 2:00 pm
She hides a strange venereal disease
beneath the campy fields of ostrich feathers
woven in her hair— a sickness, strong
and snug and dug between the dampened folds
that hold her cold and prostitutish roots;
it keeps her pimped and planted on the corners
where the moon-night walks and calls her Friend—
she’s nothing if she’s weak; and don’t pretend
she is: she’s mighty in her fragments, torn
from innocence— and now she rapes and loots
those headless johns her locust river molds
within its muds. She doesn’t find it wrong
to snap a cattail or to clip the feathers
of the birds who’d rest on phallic reeds.
beneath the campy fields of ostrich feathers
woven in her hair— a sickness, strong
and snug and dug between the dampened folds
that hold her cold and prostitutish roots;
it keeps her pimped and planted on the corners
where the moon-night walks and calls her Friend—
she’s nothing if she’s weak; and don’t pretend
she is: she’s mighty in her fragments, torn
from innocence— and now she rapes and loots
those headless johns her locust river molds
within its muds. She doesn’t find it wrong
to snap a cattail or to clip the feathers
of the birds who’d rest on phallic reeds.
