Quixote
By G man767
A castrato out of Nero's Rome went to New York City to find Hermaphroditus. A castrater eunuch my frigid, sterile Jezebel, my harlot, my perverse beloved son tied in knots--O Electra-Oedipus. My child has heard the coital parents to hate the man to kill the femme to be so alone, alone in some aloof self-denial, some self-hatred... some strange imploding black hole of self-annihilation. No one can reach you no one can touch you My Dark Lovely Muse. Inside out, you are outside in. May you cast your pearls upon unclenched fists upon the innocent and wicked alike-- may you draw your distant life from your lovers of death. And laugh, in fecal sharing--oh, indeed, may you laugh at me, Quixote, that fecund lover of life! --Uncle Greg Written October 8th, 2001 © on Oct 08 2001 12:15 PM PST 0 • 1
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"A castrato out of Nero's Rome..."