Before the music was stolen

Photos by Paul Natkin and Marc Hauser

BEFORE THE MUSIC WAS STOLEN

Before the music was stolen,
Before it was tied to bed
By a nurse with a china head
Whose lips were bleeding with honey –

Before her throbbing composure
Was kindly helped to its knees
And even allowed to please
The Master Decapitatress

Before a thousand ants
With eyes of perfect amber
Were summoned into the chamber
To witness the final bliss –

And then, she was painted over.
A cold, and sightly tickly brush running between her shoulder blades,
And then, down her spine, and then –
It was over.

And where she used to be,
There was this giant smiling boob,
Ready to please the whole town,
Ready to drown in piss and drool.

Before the music was murdered,
I was not homeless.

(c) Tessa Makes Love 2014