Thrice Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

Sappho crying on the awful islands
Blistered by vain Venus
Forsaken by the Greek colonnades
Pinnacles of Zeus thunder
Marble phallus cold as hemlock

Infertile moon on the wet silk
Jewels as red as lechery
Piquancy avatar lubricity
Thoughts begin a veiled soul
Duplicity burnished in blue diamonds

Zoroaster justifies the winter heart
Her pelvis arches for crouching tattoos
Taboo in the tribes of the aching moon
She comes in the vagabond vestures
Hearth lit by cruel whispering priests

Everyone is naked under the sky
Whoremongers hide in religion
I am tired of using anyone
Self righteousness is extremely licentious
Holy water like a page out of Gideon

Hymns are song softly like starlings
Wretchedness the carcass of pretense
Will you accept the whitest of snow
We are men and women scattered
The cock crows thrice