Marriage to the monorchid

 

 

Marriage to the monorchid

 

 

Apartment buildings, fruit flies, orchids 

Broken lights and Chomsky’s progeny

The love of logos and conviction to its phylogeny

the unwitting misogyny, marriage to the monorchid

 

one note concepts, we must pretend have two balls.

 

At gunpoint with a grand meaulnes smile I envision 

Times past when Rousseau referred to my writing 

as savage. Kant critiqued me with a wit as biting 

As a toothless rabbit, analysis lacking precision 

 

I was forced to respect tradition and fallacy

Fraudulent discourses, in sickness placating

what you call truth, here it has no inviolacy

 

There are others, your lazy lies are grating 

there is more than just you, lacking all sapidness

Hope you suffocate in your rigidness.