Scarab Juice
Ross Balcom
SCARAB JUICE,
nectar of Egypt,
flows like a golden Nile
in my veins.
My brain blazes;
they call me
THE ILLUMINED ONE.
I stalk the streets
like a god,
JUGGLING PYRAMIDS.
The gates of desire open;
my sperm-choirs sing.
I would scatter my seed
from here to distant
galaxies--
thrones
of the imperishable
FIRE.
Poet's Notes: A species of scarab beetle was regarded as sacred in ancient Egypt.
"Scarab juice," the psychoactive potion referenced in this poem,
is a product of my imagination. Let's all get high on EGYPT.
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