OUR STAR CHAMBER: RACK AND EXTRACTION
“And now,” says my torturer,
it’s time for your manicure.”
I strapped you to my machine
that moves belows to above.
“By means of proper stretching
I’ll teach you to loosen up.”
My fingernails, your pliers,
my distorted solo choir.
KINGSTON
8 DaYS! 7 NIGHTS!
Son, dey
moan
day to day
when dey
thirsty.
Fried, dey
sat ern de sun.
Deh!
SPI(RITUAL)
marriage is a ritual,
agreed universality
of rote, script, symbol, image,
repetitive activities,
(temple, ring, song, robes, candles)
sameness within variety,
recitation from a page
Blood marks up the invisible.
love is the spiritual
ungloved particularity,
a simple cherished mirage
that completes our I-dentities.
THE ID ENTITY
There is a Trinity, some say, within each soul.
Even so, only one
of them is in control.
JUST A MOMENT
That night we togethered.
Our snowball moon may melt
amid its blizzard of stars,
but our being
at that there,
at that then,
and at that thus
was that moment
that will never move
into the being
that we had
not yet been,
those plants
and stones
to come,
the selves surrendered,
the selves sundered,
variously victors or victims,
deluges of confusion
among pussie,
tits,
and asses,
the tomorrows
of betrothals and betrayals
of other Peters, other cocks,
and the knowledge known
but could change nothing.
I do lust after gold, jewels, and such, shiny things. I am shamelessly bold, and I want shiny things because they are shiny. And I deserve honors, distinctions, high titles. I crave folds of fawners, many affairs, sweet flings meaningless as candy but rich in imaginings that appease variety. I burn with impatience and rely on cunning, grasping will to hasten the end of the burning. And I want what I want — any passing fancy — and of course I must flaunt that uproooted pansy. And I rationalize injustice in my dreams, and I invoke conscience to accomplish my schemes; it reminds me of rules I use to maneuver sure-footed among fools who forsake their Mover.
There is a minister
of reason, one who schemes
and justifies. And one
jester/councilor seems
to advise moral sense.
The Tyrant Child is king!
And this despot’s desires rule over everything.