Paranoia

Come sit by me, Paranoia.
Deep, quick breaths in a post-mortem state
clench your hands, Paranoia
let the clammy sweat run.
Soapy beads of water on baby-smooth skin
the tight black eyes of a pedophile
sunk into a baritone face
un-promised hands on the arm of a green lady.
She dresses in fur and silk, as she leaves
the grease apron and pale pink dress
of a New Moon Café.
You gave her a gift, Paranoia
of costume jewels worth thousands.
Come sit by me, Paranoia, and share your secret
the drunken baby in her mother’s womb.
Fetal alcohol bought on the lover’s caress
of you, Paranoia, who kissed her lips
in a warning of now, not later. So when
the Brother, Father, Lover quickened the pace
she felt only your lips on hers.
The name of Paranoia, tearing the quiet sky
black with Bach and blue of Beethoven.
Paranoia of now not later tore theirs throats,gfr
their ears, till now was later. Who then stands
for you, Paranoia, come sit by me, and tell me
how you did. Wait for me, Paranoia, to stand
as your Left Hand Man. Born of Paranoia,
poverty in the jewels of a raped little girl, sixteen years
old, to the tunes of pain built into ivory keys, Paranoia
How did you do, today?