3/Gin &Tonic

This room, Madonna, rocks with grim intentions—
& the invincible hooks that claw into your crystal heart
ice-blue in the vault of broken songs & years
are signs & symbols you dare not name, or dare
for in younger seasons of blood and bloom,
you were the earth, the sun
blasting with an armory of teeth storms, huntsmen

But I, tyger on celestial prowl,
stalked your soft gardens
& bared a calumny of fangs that sucked
your daily dreams, smashed the heirloom, bonds!

When did you, Madonna, lose that talisman?
Stars pale before the tumult of eyes
closed to grim governance
of that always child—crouching in the corner
vomiting her secret rivers, spindling tears—
who must needs close doors to all savage touch

O We who are most gentle are by logic denounced!

The sun falls fast.
Anacondas coil round your throat,
cracking the amphora of songs, flushing down
all vices, all beauty, all dreams of vengeance—
Sadly you cross the space of hurt & heart
to open iron windows & will silence & solitude
to scar your face, your thighs:

But I, tyger on celestial prowl,
stalked your soft gardens
& bared a calumny of fangs that sucked
your daily dreams, broke heirlooms, bonds!

Rain breaks inside this carnival of rooms,
crippling all—
beasts & brats, words & warnings
lovers & lackeys, hymns & husbandmen—

In one quick leap, you, Madonna,
paw your green heart out
stuff it into your mouth that spits out pearls
of a long ancestral call:

We are most alone when we are most all!

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