Misogynist

[Wildcard]

Two red eyes are stuck to the black --great opener. nice visual and it's intriguing
of my childhood, in the foreground of the frame,
my stereo and dirty books hovering behind. --dirty books makes me think of porn, but maybe thats what you mean.
Since nineteen I've been tunelling back --I like tunnelled later on, but here it seems forced. even digging might work better for me.
through the months, then years towards
her body like a lone island.

When we met on the patio --this is definitely my favorite part. I can't even say which of the phrases here is the most effective. They are all wonderful.
your bracelets caught the sun. Fugitive beams
bathed in your glass, propped against the dying ice.
And I had tunnelled all day long
to reach you there mother,
hiding yourself in this prettier form. --this lead me to the next part nicely. I felt that tingle like I might know where this is going.

All women share the same spirit, like the strain of some disease
ploughing through the rat kingdom. --I change my mind, this is my fav part :p
So her, the bitch, creator and scum,
who bore me like a dead tumour,
flows among your bones. --'flows' I don't know about. It just doesn't seem right to me. JMO

Your punishment is still a germ, evolving all the time.
Regardless what you say, my dear, you're her, you're her, you're her. --good close. I think the narrator is trying to convince himself more than her.

A great deal of emotion is packaged into this piece. You write like you aren't part of the cycle, but somewhere above it all, seeing the real. There are insights here, but instead of sounding like tired, stale, 'mother' problems, it sounds like everyman caught a glimpse in the mirror. (if that makes any sense)

Thanks for sharing, Jack. As always, I'm tickled to have read this.