For Marilyn , Son of my Man

Balthazaar
came,I
borrowed his voicescreamed to the
heavensand the rocks
shatteredinto dust. My sputum was
acidulousDrops of
poisons,eating everything not made of
glass I drank the water of
life,As were
it cheap winePoured from skins of
goats. Bathe in deep pools
which
brought forthpoisonous
gasses,and stood stiff from
putrefaction, I breathe this air
as I
would the sweetest
perfume. Yes, 
Balthazaar
came,I
borrowed his voiceAnd the world Lay breathless at my
feet.