The Shakespeare motions

Sole ace-
evaded by
swift metaphysical retreats.
The child weeps bedside
into his schoolmade
farewell slips:
“Get well Mommy.”
They tumble floorwise
alongside the abandoned
newspaper add for
shining generation
fetishists.
On the opposite poke
of the third metal wire-
a beautiful crimson angel
ejaculates deadly bubbles
onto her scarred thigh.