Chinatown Siesta Poem by Michael Ó Domhnaill

A shattering of my senses…
I cry out, instantly diluted
from a single point of roaring impression.
Self possessed.
Self dispossessed and self diluted.
The all seeing eye;
the agent of fragmentation.
I have nothing to say.
The lobes lack lube
The monk is dressed in cotton;
fit for my opium den.
The meek celibate injests himself whole.
Orgasm for the impaled.
The woman impales herself.
It's the only way she can get off.