Enslaver of the Beast

Enslaver of the Beast

Crab queen you caged me

You kept my dog on your leash

In a bubble of anesthesia

My libido was strangled to breathe

How could you convince me that this was an acceptable life?

To be betrothed with one option

To be chained to these numb suits each day

Like a dumb pill, like a choke collar

That to hope for more was an assault on you

That to ask you to pick up one paper clip of responsibility

In the matter off the ground was to ask you to

Drink a cup full of cancer or pains like the flagellation of Christ

Scourged and bleeding in barbed indentations of days

To deny me this basic tenant of manhood and marriage

As an afterthought and implant its replacement normality

Of a sentiment with a blame for that which I impinged on you

I gave you more than seven in one afternoon

On a bed with you begging for a brake from this ecstasy

And you could not see this benumbed member of me

Half alive and half dead like a redwood slumbering in our bed

And a week before your Judas enactment, I gave you myself

In one last ignorant act in a hotel room at the Royal Sonesta

With your coworkers calling and my own needs of bonding

An afterthought and a reluctant recollection

That oh yes I am still married to this man and we are away from

My obsession of a child and those country miles

Here in my husband’s New Orleans and I drink and I say

And I participate and you go off with them in those Bourbon parades

Of karaoke and stories of other men flirting with you and your feigned interest

Not wanting to come to bed with me and see what the limits were

Of this evening, no you were more concerned with what they think

How could I ever view you as normal or this as love?

How can I not thank you un-endingly for ending us

For the abolition of my own slavery 

To have her as a partner has dwarfed you into a cockroach

And with each moment of her embrace I erase every incestuous moment

Of sexual repugnance that makes me want to regurgitate every molecule of

My stomach comments with the inkling of having to ever touch your Medusa skin

And yell out a William Wallace call for Freedom