Enablers and Satan

I seek semblance
to the winter nights when I feel the lowest
or the summer days when I am exalted

to the grasps of
lovers hands and bodies and the infights and fistfights
and fleeting long-night loneliness when Saturn's rings
have
        fallen
                 to the touch
watching parties of
lost causes and rejects vigilant in their hopes of big-eye'd saviors
gray with an extra set of arms or legs and such things
genetically superior not just to them but others


I seek semblance
not for revelation or community or even out of egoist idolatry
nor the love of another or anyone longing for me

but for the sake of
historians and novelists and old-school hip-hop artists
the lovely bodies of celebrity women with
heaving breasts
                        and thoughts
                                             and voices
that clear the path of
hurdles and marbles for the zealots and foll'wers
and their lovely airwaves and hair weaves made for
barren bald-headed whores
that want nothing evil

just semblance.