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META-BIO
Combustive
incinerating in the amnesia of plasma
and carbon mistaken for the terrestrial
I blossom like
brown recluse spider from silk egg sack
into a blue atmosphere
but my native venom
from another sphere & sun
at times
I perceive
this arriviste original
in the ark of elephant’s chest
in the pliable vowel of vegetation or
Pre-Cambrian bone howling in tar & oil
at times
I recognize
my weight odor and breath
in the tang of iron-oxide
in the shadow pausing
before following the gait of
passing banker butcher or lecher
burping his diurnal yolk
verily I see
the faults tearing
crows cawing the algebra of dust
and the sulfuric punning of propaganda & genocide statistics
thus, I am a foreign strand of DNA
and an aperture between two sinews in a meat slab
I am the eye rolling towards you, afire
BATTERY
With Francis Bacon
life-pulse is battery
bodily fluids gone awry
seepage of sourness
thru cheese-cloth
flesh burns
teeth flash like the snarling
muzzle of a chained guard-dog
in a drawing room
the suitor strips
writhes with his double
they wrestle
sinews taut
pores oozing hunger
nostrils sniffing
sugar and decay in red air and
meat perfume
on tongues which flicker
their limbs
trembling
agitated
POPE GREGORY THE FIRST
You whose hands are plumes of sulfur
Whose fingers press rivers of arsenic in wax-sealed mandates
Whose eye sockets contain orbs of bacterial aspic
Whose teeth dribble the distorted lexicon of the vulgate
Whose patriarchy is a cave of spiders
Whose loathing simmers in the milk of hypocrisy
Whose mercy is the locked ghetto
Whose benevolence would stitch foreskins to the circumcised
By forestalling the masses and
Their worship of the blood libel
With an edict of tolerance so that
The Jew would subsist on your electuary
Of acrid charity
Would drink from your teats dribbling vinegar
Would rest on a throne of thorns
His tenuous safety
Poisoned by spectral crime he didn’t commit
ROBERT MOTHERWELL AND THE MEXICAN NIGHT
Across the canvas of night, black
monoliths slow-
ly lumbering, scarlet spindrift and
conflagration of liquor
itch of insomnia
trigger’s click
(plucked bass string on
guitar reverberating like nerves during fever)
beneath the splutter of fireworks & agitated moon
the cacique
with rosy gunshots
riddled
DECENCY
Tomorrow
when the Banker regurgitates
a pound of gristle
a coin of chilled marrow
an ingot of congealed fat
when he shivers
and vomits bile
and crows develop
a keenness for human meat
tomorrow
when the billboards and towers burn
and the Banker chokes
on the last of decent and
renewable resources: oxygen,
as well as clouds and precipitation and
the torrid chemistry of trout pushing upstream
not to mention the lungs in a poem or the growth of whiskers and decay of leaves
that moment of reckoning
that lull between two thunderbolts
that hiatus when the river stands up before plunging into the estuary
what unbridled fire
will take up residence in the fist of a man who knows only
the verb of a machete’s strike?
EMBRYONIC
the ancient bride who folded back the sheets
still awaits the groom
has just turned the age
when the column no longer supports the beam
her veil the color of a leaf
trapped beneath a pane of ice
her hair brittle like the page
detailing a long-expired lease
her skin an unbroken
chain of ash from a cigarette left to smolder
and her eyes
their gaze is like
what ripples across a dark pond
mistaken for the flit of fish or gnat
the groom who lags
like a gust which has yet to swell a sail
the ancient bride has sunken into her pillows
her boney jaw slack and smiling
she is pregnant
with an absence like the sugar
in a pitcher full of milk turned sour
DISPATCH
In the microscopic is the macroscopic.
There is a spider whose legs stretch
from galaxy to galaxy
whose chelicerae thunder as they
open and release
solar winds & ultraviolet rays
Spider plucks one web-thread and
emits distress calls from one pulsar
to another crackling in the emptiness
like that between synapses
in a man’s nerve-net
Spider’s breathing rumbles
silently as comets strafing the sulfurous-pearly atmosphere of Venus
One spider follicle extends from the hydrogen core
in Red Giant 10,000 light years from your sleep
to furthest clusters of stars flickering like
flurry of confetti & sparks
after carnival fireworks
Spider’s pedipalps
are so vast they can't be seen
the way air can’t be seen for its transparency
and have been forever dripping
emptiness that congeals within matter
The other end of this spider is the uncharted Center
from which She excretes a dark stream of eggs
From each one
hatches a myriad spiders that expel their own quasars &
galaxies from which other spiders crawl out
chelicerae opening and releasing
nebulae and solar winds
On a fragment of spider's ejecta is where you nest and breathe
not knowing that you too are incubating another spider
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