illustration by Svetlana Dorosheva © |
(background noise for secular-ites)
she conversed in earth
was averse-d to curses
but avowed never to be
anything but an equal
(prologue to conversation)
this piece is poised
sailing windward ease
in clenched poet seas
mechanical(s) set
in motion
without keys
(at the train station there she was,
poem and I became distracted)
her nips through fine weave tease me
my tannins, my locks picked at mythical inns
housing my imagined glass meager coterie
of leeward mingle worn moms, sack cloth wrapped figurines
sorted by proms, zero penance promiscuities
and no risk lick her twice on sunday(s)
preferences
god would have us be a dog
instead of a wolf running wild
lilith knew to steal for balance
long cycle countenance damned
a nose driven madness
is a much purer divinity
(the monologue that stood as conversation)
"...one cannot break what is already broken, misrule lord
any light born from my shadow be bonnier indeed
than your trumpeted dawn(s), such poor beautiful wombs...
'tis not enough
hidden treasured places
righteous folds
or sacred spaces
in your spread fingered
reaching manifest
what you attempt
to bend ahead, contaminates
human concepts of time
and is quite beyond your sight lines
I can bless more with a nose tilled spring
than you can with all your churches
demanding thy bones be hallowed...
hollow praise pleased
ask of yourself
at stilled mirrored midnight
could thee see
any more clearly lent
than when you might be
driftwood in an ocean
of my scent...
I think not
as do you...
and though
those humans
have a bogey hidden need
for tragedy as teacher
orgasm too, is
a seeded bleed
for their most ancient
mother may I(s) waiting
basket empty, sating
chance(s) taken
in the tide-
breathing reeds..."
EJR ©
This is so true:
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"IFication" is a great word.
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