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Of Dummies and Damnation
It was then that we found
he had gone completely mad.
Lo but no there to
where he went mad.
No how he came to go mad.
For such kismet causal conditions,
were here to be deemed irrelevant.
Sin sentient spent as
insubstantial soul.
He who here held no
substance of mind
until that day he went insane.
That his past possessed no
present tense sense
of whens did not matter
for he was henceforth mad, and
such madness matters more.
Wherefore to deplore this
absence of corporeality
was therefore to embrace
such grace herewith effaced.
Thus trussed, he aspired to
an attired mental mire of
neutered nothingness
but this was really no surprise
for had not his mother
once said of him that he’d
never amount to anything?
Just what would dear Sigmund
or good Herr Doktor Jung hope
to find in such malaise of mind
here mildew maligned by such
ill-weaned moist mastication?
He alone deboned, there
denied of his mother’s milk—
a baby-boy banned from the breast,
his professed quest to ingest
a blest chest burbled froth-fest,
therewith double-divest of thine
mammary quite divinely manifest.
And thus, her brutal rebuff
of this his lurid lust for that
barred and barren
bust sustenance.
This illicit coefficient that
lactate nil equates to ill.
This suckle psychosis.
This nipple neurosis.
This masochist mammary mania.
Nay, if his mother consisted of milk,
she there now only existed as that
flow of fluid manna which seeped
from the bottle he there
clutched between his enfant hands.
And as she of milk’s ebb
came to dwindle and drain,
there to leave naught but
apparent transparent parent
in the guise of glass beguiled,
what was she here if not invisible?
And indeed, what was that
of he now soma schismed
if not wholly in soul
transparent himself?
Such his suckle reality—
that of a rubber dummy which
hangs au contraire mid-air.
This pacifier.
This given palliative.
Nothing left to life
but a latex teat of
ladled forth lithium.
And what is he if not
tongued-dummy dumbed-down?
Here lulled midst the bliss of
his cauterized conscious,
therein sedately complacent,
given such salivation salvation—
he here holy immoral;
now oral pacified.
Ó 2022 Jack David Hubbell