Pretty girl from Gibraltar laying on white rock alter
The blade of patriarchy nears, ready to disembowel
But she escapes the sacrifice and pleasures against society
Her punishment is a fat club. Its bulbous end she welcomes
Perhaps like her mother whose identity is lost in the red-
Lantern alleys of some port town. Fools, her s**ual altruism
Merits sainthood because is she not living for others.
Did she not tear pieces of her soul and mailed them to herself
A correspondence with silence. A train railroads through her
Contemplation and she takes a seat in it, the scenery greens
Into Gibraltar meadows in which the white glimpse of a Moorish wall
Cracked by the many kisses time has given it and she Mulvey
Add their contribution to its architecture. Firtree cove is a code, as
Is sparrowfarts and she does and her period comes like the end
Of this sentence. Her daughter is now the beauty and this
Metempsychosis is taking photography lessons and snapshots
Her mother kneeling under the desk of her symbolic brother
Who sits on his chair and leans his head back, mouth widening glad
As her mouth widens gladly. After the feeding of the seedcake
When he tells her that she is a flower of the mountain
She feels the sun of that memory, and is happiest yes
Because the sun was in Bloom's mouth and the photons
His language, illuminating her infinite yes's that join into a rope
That la**oes the past bringing Moor wall, bringing ambivalent he's
And a climaxing yes to the pressing body of memory.