New Poem #26

A Masonic pyramid spouting a rainbow, a bloodshot all-seeing eye. Deathly phallus, economy-sustaining public work. All toked up, hotboxing pharoic corpses, beacons of otherworldliness prismatically distributed. An investment, its mind-searing returns. I saw this scarpainted somewhereabouts on my body. Psychedelic little doodle, memento of some secreting society, having stolen me while I slept, branded me over a fine joint meeting of the high priests and priestesses and priestessesses.