Spiders

Spiders

For cogals

Male spiders eat the females;

they never reproduce. 

Foppishly fix their dewy webs,

squander arachnid youth.

Flies always bite their lips

or where those lips should be;

the spiders here are cannibals

anorexic sexually.

This frozen buggish boy

offers orgasmic sound;

his psychedelic fever dream

worms pinkish in the ground.

Sadomasochistic glee

giggles in whips and chains

and sweats behind a latex mask

that’s fogging up his brain.

Ivory Tusk and Rosebud Man

made God twitch in the streets;

your bedroom whispers cigarettes

and populated sheets.

(I wrote this in 2024...I think the metre's a bit off but I never posted it anywhere before now...)