february 2016

                             (i)

 

...this morning I woke mouth-to-mouth with

          my behemoth

pushing its kiss down hard into my lungs

 

its theft disguised as affection

but the more I struggled the deeper its kiss moved

 

I was being embraced by the steppenwolf

dissolved into an ugly narrative

 

a misty, shapeless predator

an outworn inspiration

 

chipped at the edges

my tongue so entwined with the beast’s

 

I even began swallowing fragments of myself

this casual appetite of tyranny

 

like a mind devouring a mind

the devious, monumental deception

 

that trusts in suicidal faith

in thoughtless men-of-smiles

 

the sweet taste of carrion

a rush of saliva through the heart

 

mountains snapping at my throat

the shapeless, vast predator

 

untamed, hungry shadow

vanishing into the mist...

 

 

 

                       (ii)

 

...O give me leave to curse

the naked violence of men

 

every one of whom takes into his mouth

his god’s spiteful erection

 

men principled yet sordid

devoted yet consumed

 

their climax to every engorged deceit

a passion to merely spit sex

 

the truth crushing the truth

an eloquent, viral falsehood

 

this supreme, five-star rating

of death’s raw cuisine

 

for who else but these deadly clowns

can blow away a child’s face

 

and call it freedom

the outliers, we who deliver genocide

 

world of clutter

world of endless revenge

 

I see you sitting at my table

everyone but you afraid to eat...

 

 

 

                              (iii)

 

...what is it of this incestuous turmoil that we crave

to kiss ourselves on others’ lips

 

to have humanity claw its heart

the war-like temper a ruse

 

to intone even more blithe halleluiahs

a primate texting the universe

 

engulfed by entertainment

by neuro-plasticity at its best

 

the breathless magnificence of the world

a scattering of body parts

 

the images outside language

the mother whose scalp bleeds

 

as she wails and pulls out fistfuls of hair

another of god’s playful gratuities

 

the indiscriminate joy, song of songs

mitzvah for those yet to be

 

the seraphim who may turn back

once they have sensed the danger...

Click on the  button below if you would like to hear me reading the above three poems.

The music is Julia Kent's 'Missing'.