Monday, January 18, 2016

contra Satana


(for C.S.Lewis)


If I'll call u out, catholic-wise and I bloody well will,
  --for the fun's in doing it!--

however finicky and rickety female nerves and parts,
   and --how u say it!--love of eyes

and a thing all fun and cordially earful and ven'mous
  (and what early riser isn't!)

that it itself, and for itself, resists and then contracts
  into one stinky roman mouth-- oh!

if I bloody well like & I'll even tear a chipped fang out,
 of all prepossessing shits like u,

who lie 'cross a gap between rot & holy höhere tongues
 who spew nasal views & swallow, too--

If I'll call u out & make it likely that you intended to be
   the same ol' frumious grab and twist

of the dryest wistfullest, most pale sweet heart I e'er saw--
  then let us say, Nu te aud, nu te aud!

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