This is the story of a love affair. The title is based on the purported nickname William Randolph Hearst used for the clitoris of his mistress Marion Davies.

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Sunday, 11 May 2008

Disenchanted

What rude mechanical am I,
seeking to flap my ass's ears
in Titania's face?
How comes this dream of May day dancing
into this magic forest?
I wake at dawn
and the dream refuses to let me waken.
I am dressed in trees
and the green sap fires my leaves.

How did I become translated into this plaything of an elfen queen?
She trails her fingers over my chest.
I become human,
translated.

She pulls my ass's ears.
The dream is over.
It never ends.
Her hand waves through the departing window.
A web divides and joins us.
The curtain falls.

There is no ending,
not even for a child's toy thrown into the furnace,
the floral transfer bubbling away in the flames
that consume me.
Do not what thou wilt not shall be all of the law.
We cannot fail to obey,
Even as I emerge from my mask
and become disenchanted once again.

Is that heart's ease nectar I wipe away from my eyes,
or tears?
11/05/08, 12.43pm

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