I took the throat of the Muse
Between hands midnite krazy glued
To drive us finally together,
Then melded divine powers
On the needle in her haystack
Before matins’ subtle advent
Froze the last words on lips
Of forgotten porn stars,
& screams brandished the unseen
Barbs vitiating her contagion-flesh
As we sat down to breakfast
Welded (if not wedded)
together
