Inscrutable Unguents

This is where I am in Universe.

What can I see from here?

This is where we are in Universe.

What can we see from here?

Let’s be a collaborative “I”

Let’s find the coda of a life well-lived.

Let’s visit the courtesans,

The call girls and prostitutes

Hoping to provide them

As clean as a transaction

As they’ll provide us.

Let’s revel in the funk

Of inscrutable unguents.

There is divinity in this exchange.

I’d rather reek of lust.

Why else would I be open

In a world

We portend to be

Under constant threat.

Let not yourself be strangled

By someone else’s weather.

Let not your soul be coddled and defiled.

Let not your spirit be sold

To the arbiters of existence.