Var. No. 1
-By Kody John Bosch -
Oh Great Goddess Pacifica!
Oh Roiling Beauty of The Deep!
Oh Vampiric Whore of Men's Tongues and Mitre!
And how, and what, that which is Adoored -
-That your thighs spread wide in a golden gate for men with prows of dubious and doubtful enterprise to
and to lap up your great churning waters
desirous,,, oceans wide and what's more -
That We draped you in a gilded jewelry of steel, nerve, sinew, mind of man, and International Orange -
That We sought,
Ages of Willfull Men to tame you,
To silence your Siren Call
"Onward Christian Soldiers and Enter me all ye fair weather friends and foreign camps of delirious manic machinations!"
"Come forth and enter me in the gushing font that I bring forth, a torrent of steaming aetheric stew to seduce the MInds, Spirtis, and Souls of what is true - and all that is, small it be--- of Men!'-
You thought you courted fair, and They, they thought a chastity belt two miles wide girdled your wild churning stony hips,,, the Aim of Your Seduction
-depending upon which side to take
But Deluded, We
As you great goddess of quicksilver waters stretching seemingly infinite, You,
you Virgin maid of all things buoyant and deceptive wench who has sucked so many a gleeful sedated man
dry - dry - dry
down - down - down
---to relentless watery demise
You to break your bonds at any time even with the slightest heave of earth sodden pericardium or fluid lusty frame -
And thrumming, even humming great in glorious titillation your great hips to thrust to shake men from their Rusticicle Thought -
And like a great Yogi,
You stretch forth in Mad tortured Contortions Over all that is,
or else what We know
- and stretch a Fan
Out over those Quicksilver Waters to Stir Warm Moist Air
And like all the Aeolian Harps to Muster
- Man, your deluded Master,
A cork bobbing on your undulations, In Quivering Paroxysms of Delusionary Deliriacs -
And rail Ram rods of - - -
Proud and Full,,,
bobbing diadems -
like a leppers spots fashioned o-so-deftly by the able hands of a Lalique, or Faberge -
In precious stone, in diamonds, gold, blood, cum, excrement, mucus, mud and oil -
- And all this Vaporific Dream, in this hazey Hallucination atmospheres thick and gaping eyes corpses wide -
- In all that is, what was, what is not - and never will be - - -
-In Manifest Destiny.