GOOD BYE by Godefroy Dronsart

GOOD BYE

 

                     to all of you, dog-headed worshippers

of empty gender geometry, good bye

 

                                       to your dead magic,

 

dry and sinuous

                      like intestines hanging

                                                         on a

                                                                suburban laundry line

 

goodbye to you ailing fuck gurus 

                                               you who harbour

 

                            abuse under

                                         your ceremonial robes I hope

 

                                                                                  you burn

 

I am out now, a dagger darted

                                             towards the schoolmen, a plague

 

              upon eternity peddlers, you who hold your static rods

with such urgency,

 

                                 I am out

                                                 a moon saving its own orbit

 

my own my own my own

                                                metamorphosis

Godefroy Dronsart is a writer, teacher and musician currently residing near Paris. His poetry has appeared in Lunar Poetry, PostBLANK, Paris Lit Up and The Belleville Park Pages among others. His first chapbook The Manual was published earlier this year by Sweat Drenched Press and explores the space between poetry, prose and gamebooks. 

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