Golden Lox

Black Incantation
The thrill of expansion
In shrinking seen
In augmentation

Ingesting rich blood
I fear no corruption
But awake at night
With terror castration

into the body less changeless
Octane precious
French wish list

In pulses I claim this
Fills my heart fluid faceless

On fulcrumed kindness
breaking baseless
Am I servant among you?
Am I Chiefest?
Am I famous?

All aux
All faux
All pocked and pox
Ill wed and bred with golden lox

I cried
denied
And crewed the cocks
The moorning loose
down at the docks

Was it drowned
When found
or bon voyage
abattoir
Or bright ménage

Make room to spark
And flood the ark
With butcherslop
and menopause

The skins for cloaks
The pricks for pokes
The flesh and bones for camouflage

More resolute in chemicals
Than all God's great bovine mirage

-Apesblood