The Lady Catalyst

In her filmy yellow negligée
The Lady Catalyst sits, lit, atip,
for all eternity, in hot anticipation

of the prospect of another spot
of the alluring and inevitable
moment when a human psyche

faces yet another pivot in its life:
boon or strife, she nearly cannot
tolerate the heated expectation –

the vast orgasmic revelation – 
the excitement – promised blast –
of the fundamental change!

Earn or lose, be born or die, exact
the consequences of a lie, or leap
with an unprecedented win,

her blood is in a boil and a spin –
a sure pure burn. Soon, again,
she’ll get to say: Your turn.




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