Julia

It is like a woman
to want to change a man -
and in this way
the fucking universe is a whore!

Tell me Julia,
has your luck run out?
Have the great hands of
sex worship
finally clamped down
upon your sagging,
hooded lips?
Bah!
It is neither there,
nor here.
It is unlikely that things
have changed,
and even more unlikely
that you would have put
an end
to our communal misery.

Oh Julia!
My love for you is uninhibited.
You are every bit the
Virgin Mary
as you are the
Whore of Babylon.
You are my Delilah.
You have defaced my wisdom;
my arms;
and my curled black hair.

You have betrayed
me amoroso ojos por plata,
clipped my body of
its manhood
and left me
groveling in the dirt with
a limp dick
and a broken spirit.

Aye, Julia you could indeed
have been born in the
poorest valleys of
The Sorek,
but we shall let the
Book of Judges
be the true narrators.

by Justin Boutilier