Bulked,

ripe and shaped -

the people filter through

the foetus I find to be a furnace.

I rose to the occasion for the stake

that buried in me

when my legs were crossed

and into a crucifix,

I turned your face

and howled like a blister in your shoe.

 

The serpent

grows fat in my belly,

and with the grip

and twist

of the corset,

the scales have stuck.

Oh heaven, you corrupt:

I used to be innocent

but now my map

is pock marked

and people turn away.

 

Send for the doctor

because she won't shut up.

Her hands, they ring.

Oh God, just shut her up.

 

"BRING BACK THE CHESS BOARD,

THE QUEEN SPLIT

DOWN KINGDOM

COME

BABEL BABIES FALL

SPEECH IS PURE

LOCKED IN A ROOM

BRUM BRUM

MOTORSENSICAL

TOTALITARIANSIM

3 + 4 IS 2

TOO TOO TOO MANY

EGGS

NOT ENOUGH BASKET

CASE CLOSED

DOOR

MAT

TURN THE PORTRAIT

UPSIDE

DOWN

AND ALL YOUR CHILDREN FALL

OUT

SIDE OF THE HOUSE

ARREST

ME

JANE

YOU TARZAN."