A sordid sort-of poem

Joe Narcissus
A sordid sort-of poem regarding Jack Bittner
Diegesis, not the more accomplished yet somehow less well known pseudo diegesis

Insanitarium, wherein lie I
Repeating round-robin with a high cyclic rate
Preordain for others with a must-see in the eye
Neurosis, matters not,matters truly, madders fate
Deus ex machina
God, Stage Man, Upstage God
Strange Man, Stranger Gods
Artifice flying forbidden
But only for Poets?
Nay! I say,
Fuck Horace!
Horse-fuck Horace in his Ars Poetca
Is there any other Arse?
Poetically speaking
Insanitarium, wherein lie I
Egregious region
A most Most Egregious Profiteering
A most Most Egregious ordinance
Unreadable as
The red eye of an albino rat
Female form with legs become frusta
Not a woman, but a shape
Reference not the shape as her
for that gives persona
It is an it, whereas, she is not!
Man Ray La Jumelle
Bisecting planes forming Interstices
Transecting the female form
Femme Fatale
Spice are the missing components
Eight years to Execute the work
The bride stripped bare by her bachelors even
Componentialated is not even a word
Even Sir John Everett Millais's Ophelia
Contemplations extend toward kissing her
Or cutting her throat
Avant Guard Posers
Marcel Duchamp
Hans Richter
Max Ernst
Rose Madder
Amber tinctures, Rubia tinctorium