YOU WON’T FIND THAT IN ANY READER’S DIGEST BIBLE
genitals
absence or presence
God approved
with the Shadow adding fear and envy
Tag: thought and feeling
——COMMONALITY, TO ONE OF APPREHENSIVE DISTANCE——
PRAYING THE DOWNFALL LIFTED, THE WATER TAMED
the evening news:
all that was and more
many others bound and twisted
constant reports of primordial darkness
automobile-like submerged and frightening
15 minutes after the Ark landed on Mount Ararat
Yahweh had steam coming out his ears—He was upset
——SHE SAID, “WHEN YOU REACH DOWN THERE BEWARE THE MIMICKING PORTS, ONE IS CONTAGION, THE OTHER TOLERABLE”——
VARIOUS SPHERES OF LIFE EXISTED IN EDEN
Adam, courteous and caring
Eve, loving and full of amusement
God, mysterious and distant
creation seemed like a debt
waiting to be repaid
Adam and Eve had self-knowledge
Adam had witness to being masculine
Eve had witness to being female
there were procedural guidelines
the Assailant was there also
it was true to its nature
each morning
direct dealings
with the deceiver
interaction lead to transgression
Adam and Eve painfully tossed to the curb
the daily tics and mannerisms no longer pleasing
——BARBAROUS AGE AFTER BARBAROUS AGE, PLACEBO TOWN CAN NEVER ESCAPE SIN OR ITS PHYSICAL DEBT, THE SKIN OF SODOMY ALWAYS ON DISPLAY——
ACROSS THE RIVER, HADES IS VISIBLE
newcomers hold their hands over their ears trying to draw sound from silence
the hollowed emptiness of the soul, the hum of death faded away
——ONE DAY OVER AT BOB DYLAN’S HOME HE SHOWED EVERYONE HIS MOST CHERISHED POSSESSION, THE ARK OF THE COVENANT WHEREIN WAS A GOLDEN POT AND AARON’S ROD WHICH HAD BUDDED——
I was the only person who got the vapors
I could smell the promise of eternal inheritance
redemption in a pool of blood
the errors paid in full
——BRING OUT THE ADONIS-LIKE MAN SO HE MAY BE SACRIFICED——
FOR ONLY THEN WILL THE GATES OF HEAVEN OPEN
We turn our backs to Christ
and we long for him
it is so difficult to reflect on the past
to be honest about shortcomings
to express failure without heartbreak
what man or woman stands tall
and confesses to be a monster
to have produced monster children
we fail to harvest, we rape
our intellectual imagination
harbored in the ports
of animal sex and violence
our Attendant Spirits are no longer clean
if necessary, within a dance-drama I sing
BRING OUT THE ADONIS-LIKE MAN
SO HE MAY BE SACRIFICED
——PLUMBING——
prayers for something to compensate
collect on the ground like fall leaves
walking graves in motion
biblical differences and similarities
no one can hide their genitals at the Gate
Old Testament marked preference, divided, numbered
lovemaking: a poorly remembered version of the same thing with almost no friction, rhythm being the best one could hope for
television suggests that the arts have gone astray
music just vulgar noise movies without subject matter lacking a beginning and a proper end
actors have forgotten how to recite lines
white poets write about their sex and drug habits white poets who have outlived senior citizen recognition
blowing kisses to Jagger in his space socks
older adults rarely free of restraints
given
upside down medication
they salute one another with the finger
using sturdy thick blackguard words
from another era, another location
oral sex therapy
after lunch
Robert Frost and Machine Gun Kelly, I need not dramatize
I need not dramatize the presence of dangerous gases
in their bloated egos
Robert was an enemy of modern times
he kept court with “manly” roles
Machine Gun Kelly was outside bending over
in the showers
bending over outside
the realm of anesthetics
at one time
too young to know the penalties
of fast living
the foretaste of death
rumored to be a hangover
from sustaining life
who was I to speak of sustaining life ?
who was I to play parlor games
with the foretaste of death ?
——
sitting outside the Central Market in Poulsbo, Wa
if I called the poison center would they send help ?
angels whispered, “shake it off”
senior citizens sipping coffee
“Aqualung” playing in the background
just a pinch and reality kicks in
a poster of Allen Ginsberg naked
on the back wall
no one seems to notice
the size of a greyhound bus
with bad body hair
the Beat Babylon Poet
if only he had sodomized Robert Frost
sodomized him without an anesthetic
CONVERSATIONAL POETRY 