“PREfection”

Equinox

Of all the creatures in the wood
One law is commonly understood
Deep in the heart of Fontainbleau
The marriage of a whore and Jew
The bride’s true dowry black rocks
Equinox
The wedding is followed by gifts
Catherine de Medici lives
Silverfish quilting testicle
Despotic owl conducts the wolves
And mulls attacking a fox
Equinox
Equinox
Red birth mark
Equal light
Equal dark
North to south
Thoth with pen
Let us give praise and thanks, Amen
Celestial bodies transform to flesh
And commune with the wedding’s guests
They twist and thrust and whine and grope
As if under a microscope
In hope to to catch small pox
Equinox

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Subtraction

Subtraction, subtraction, subtraction
It’s my duty
It’s my duty and passion
If I could, even for a moment,
I would strip the hue out of my hair
And I’m not the kind
I’m not the kind to care
Step into the dead oak,
Take away all light, every glimmer
Find a church
Find a church and finish your dinner
Subtracting is a gift we all can use
To make the blood inside pump clear
Because I’m not the one
I’m not the one I should fear
Human skull, human skull, human skull
Without body
Without body, I feel your pull
The pulling of my chest by the lexus
Of your white cranial bone
In other words
In other words, PLEASE LEAVE ME ALONE
Drip by drip, number after number,
It all will fall
Minus Klock
Minus Klock and minus Paul
The skull returns, taking flight,
Ascending without chest and without sound
Until I’m one
Until I’m one with the ground

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Multiple Suns

I’m looking forward to losing all my hair
I’m looking forward to looking backward
Multiple suns have always guided me
Multiple suns, to do my bidding
I recall my youth with Klock:
A bubbling boob of hate
Still, I fashioned not one crime
And Klock, ofcourse, was arrested
They turned his mind to paste
Yes, it happens all the time
Now you ask me ‘why so many suns?’
One for each murder me and my angel done
De profundis; how I love to live this loose!
De profundis; with my Donald Duck orange juice!
Klock was like an older brother
And for awhile I was he
Or rather he was I
Now I regard him as another
One of my sovereign suns
Yes, this happens all the time

The Harpies scatter; intestines unravel
Better than memory: ACTUAL TIME TRAVEL
Heavens abound in pomegranate light
Heavens abound; I gain back my overbite
I am their only planet
Suns of the bluest flame
Stoic, yet volatile
If’n the past come hither
I keep the gaslight burning
Because it could happen any time

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Tourist Woman

For Tourist Woman,
the itching is turning to fever
and then to form
For Tourist Woman,
insecurities are bunk-pollen for the swarm
And vice-versa,
the swarm, turning to fury,
captures a prisoner
Tourist Woman is unhappy
with the meager conditions
they have given her
From Oxford to UCLA
to impoverished streets
of a Bengali village
T.W. fights for nothing,
believes in nothing,
except an image
The image in her mind
is of vague origin
of, mostly, western result
Somewhat pyramid, somewhat cross,
somewhat a mongrel cult
Like the old man
Who slept his life away
Romantics are doomed
(and that’s a good thing)

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Sacred Heart

Sacred Heart, surveyed from the summit,
a pantheon, distant as ever,
echoing up the mountainside,
escaped sound, like a vulcan kiss upon the forehead
Alas! Jimmy.
And all the members of the covenant
Noble scholars,
without you I’d have drowned in gutterwater
Alas!
You, of course, have my infinite gratitude
You, My Most Sacred Heart
Yet I piss and moan for I have ____
Dearly Departed,
we are gathered here today in reverence
Dearly Departed,
we all will return to the soil
Alas!
Alas!
For all my Alas!-es,
I cannot mend this massive slashing
Futile beacon!
Cinderella’s in the doghouse
The doghouse
The doghouse
No, love doesn’t always boomerang

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She’s Still Suffering

Who aren’t you today?
Where and what are we?
Under a pile of worn clothes
This is how I find you
Spinning vomit-webs
Blabbering on and on
You need more than vitamin D
Is there not anything you love?
Come OUT.
Dog, you know what this is
What are you hiding from?
You were once such a merry prince
Just tickled pink by life
Take , remember her?
She never could listen
It’s been years upon years
And she’s still suffering
Come OUT.
Look at the apples on the tree
Wait ’til they fall
Just find what makes you come alive
And that is all
Swing on a chandelier
You are in perfect health
Don’t give up on your friends
Don’t give up on yourself
Open hearts…

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Cuckoo

Dawn in Albany
Statesmen are still asleep
The first noise heard
Through the dew: “cuckoo!”
A rattle follows
The coroner’s office glows
This is my portrait of you, Cuckoo
Cuckoo is your given name
Christened in the solitude of Fame
Ah! Friends as such!
Whose love is without touch
All four horsemen are you,
Cuckoo
Like Brughel’s Miser in the frame
Quite literally, you’re insane
A cop-out?
So flippantly talked about
Stand up, here comes your cue…
“cuckoo!”

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Bury Mary

I’m tearing up the carpet
And I’m putting in tile
What if there happens to be a spill?
A stain would cramp my style
I wonder how I did get here
To this awful place?
Very well, there’s work to be done
Anyway, I could use the space
Tonight I’m going to bury Mary
Tonight I’m going to bury her
Tonight I’m going to fake a miracle
I’ll wait for the light of the moon
How I love the constellations!
Especially Orion,
We’ve had many conversations
The handsome giant slew all the wild beasts
For the protection of his love Eos
When he was blinded her rising sun
Returned his eyes to their greenest
Tonight I’m going to bury Mary…
I’m going to bury her china
I’m going to bury her clothes
I’m going to bury it all in one fell swoop
That’s the best way, I suppose
Ping-ping goes the shovel!
Pang-pang goes the pail!
The middle of summer
And the furnace will be burning
When she gets some mail!
Tonight I’m going to bury Mary…

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City of Brotherly Love

So you fell out of the nest
Pigeon feathers in your mouth
This considered Son Of Letters
Is taking you out
Our father who art in heaven
Made a circle around my brethren
A circle you did cross
Let me be more specific
I’m the model, you’re the mythic
And NOW you get tossed
Welly, welly, well
Who doesn’t owe to you?
No guardian nor craft
Yes, I’ve read my Plato, too
This battle-talk that I’m spitting
Is my war correspondent ambitions
Coming to light
Semper Fi, E Pluribus Unim
My arm’s extended; who am I fooling?
And NOW you get wiped
City Of Brotherly Love

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All Your Dreams May Come True

What rot.
Speak up, child
Can you not see
This is maddening?
Hello, muffin
Hello, Lame One
Hello, ornament
What utter and complete rot.
How much more
Can be left unsaid?
Surely, something must suffer
All your dreams may come true
And don’t you doubt it
The Earth is slowing now
And your mind’s crowded
We’re going to celebrate
Just wait and see
Your dreams just may come true
If it’s meant to be
So, this is magic?
Your great mystery
I’m coming around now
As an illiterate adult
Hello, anything
Hello, dirty money
Rest assured,
These lips are sealed
How much more
Can be left unsaid?
Surely, something must suffer
What bother…

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