january 2021
(i)
...although occasionally a few vowels
a few consonants do leak out
the abyss fights on in unwavering silence
punching the darkness
for what use is a larynx out here
in this ultraviolet mist
in this immensity that burns
at the back of the throat
what, for that matter, is the use of any vocative sound
if it merely foreshadows oblivion
if its descriptions fail
its nouns turn to pulp
and its adjectives fall apart on the tongue
this language of the vanquished
leaking out
relishing the predator’s mouth
this ultraviolet self
burning in the mist
this larynx surrounded by flames
by no ordinary transcendence...
(ii)
...feed me, said the wolf
for I am the hunger, the insurrection
that devours you
the visceral thug
who sits and leans against your heart
spitting at strangers
at migrants that belong nowhere
all of them lovers of damnation
who push their wet, socialist pussies
right into your face
and they eat babies – fact
the whole world can watch them online
chewing the tiny, soft bones
how, therefore, can we be strong
if we inaugurate paedophiles
if we allow cripples to breed
strength comes from strength
and there is a fearsome beauty in domination
so come, feed me
love me, so we can be great again...
(iii)
...every line must touch existence
with a white-hot iron
for the scars thereof will mark the way
to that vast exit
the firmament reeling inside the skull
the firmament that uses jewels for eyes
amethyst for consciousness
then what exactly is this effort to probe
the relevance of quartz
to unearth yet another intuition
that goes nowhere
is it not this curiosity
to always dig through the ashes
to turn over the charred words
as the white, incandescent iron
approaches the face
blistering existence
so how exactly can each line
begin to cauterise an entire world
without touching itself...