IV.
I am very happy
you could hear the risk in his voice
he rubs his penis across her waist
the danger
what did you say to me
did you say
too much
too much of looking over the precipice
too much of walking around and around
in these dark rooms where I live out empty days
Cavafy
and the stripper
with her hair glossy running
down around her breast
curling into the hollow
of his loin
in a bituminous river
approach
retreat
take hold of yourself
and girded against the unexpected
smell
get a good grip
the small of her back
wipe your finger
pull the latch
open the window
a light breeze
with the tang
of revelation
V.
but I was just angry
every night
No not every night
every night and always
every night
what happened last week
anyway
every night
I can smell dogshit
my body boils
is the pit
in miniature
a model of hell
no light escapes
and the light in the cave is not reassuring
although it dances has the highpitch whine
of a blade of a wire a single strand spitting
in a vacuum
no relief just the superimposition of totem
animals one over another over another over
another incessant pull gravity and
the vanity of man
who should commit suicide tomorrow or tonight
who should give himself up to the pull of the Platonic
the shadow does not me
shadow does not
not me
what expression escapes
mortal danger
or should I say personal
but vanity should emote
I should kill myself tomorrow or tonight
I should take my life
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