A long bare foot upon my mouth
a long foot against the heart
you are my thirst my fever
foot of whisky
foot of wine
foot mad to smash
oh my horse-whip my pain
very high heel smashing me
I cry from not dying
oh thirst
unquenchable thirst
inescapable desert
sudden gust of death in which I scream
blind on both knees
eye-sockets empty
corridor where I laugh at an insane night
corridor where I laugh in the slamming of doors
where I worship an arrow
and I burst in sobs
the trumpet blast of death
bellows in my ear.
“Dante and Virgil in Hell” by William-Adolphe Bouguereau (1850)
“Sigmund Freud’s Couch” by Juergen Teller (2006)