The Unnameable Whore

Now, I mourn the initial spore
Once, you were my precious whore
Once, you seemed to be Astarté
Now, you just seem bitchy

Now, our love, eviscerated, suicided
Once, your skin, lightly tanned, sueded
Once, we were intimately rash
Now, there is nuclear ash

We were, are, two separate a soul
Could there have been a better whole?
Once, you were, my methamphetamine fortress
Now, you are, my memory, my sadness

Whichever way time shall flow
You still are, my precious whore


Balls to poetry for now. Might as well sleep properly. I even have to go to Hoskote tomorrow to see the Base Station for the Hanle Telescope in Ladakh... Is my life cool or is it cool?