Your thoughts are temples where I prostrate my dangling body skyward,
like the first Apollo stringing his bow and missing,
the pendulum swinging in fervent leisure for your intestines,
a frightful, phallic Babel torn asunder by ancient breath,
the wooden cross where he begged to present himself breeched,
a screwdriver in a madman’s shaking, Herculean hand.
I worship them in my uplifted, grasping posture ,
groping the sun at right angles to a hunter’s melody,
commanding the walls to enclose me into a clammy pit,
building up walls for my own divinity,
humbling myself to basest inhumanity,
gratifying my serial killer tendencies.
MORE!
cries out my soul, in earthquake admiration,
MORE!
So I may weep tears of your laughter incarnate.
FUCK.YES.
I told you about the pendulum! : )
Makes me think of the relationship between a mentor and their thirsty, yet unacknowledged, apprentice.
Absolutely beautiful and enthralling, btw. I love it. I could relate. This one really touched my soul somehow in a way that’s fresh to what I’m experiencing in my daily life. Thanks for that. Keep on writing! ;)!
I’m so glad, I write for no other reason. Thank you so much.
This encapsulates transcendental magic.
you would know…
I love this one…powerful mix of mythological and carnal imagery
thank you
very visceral… I like.
thank you
I don’t know where you dredge this stuff up, but I love it.
i don’t really either…
I bow to your skill. Seriously.
Sorry, but I’m bowing back. : )
Shared this on twitter.
Thank you so much.
You are most welcome.
Very interesting. Some of the words you used were delightfully eerie…opening line was definitely a WOW line!
thanks!
“commanding the walls to enclose me into a clammy pit,
building up walls for my own divinity,
humbling myself to basest inhumanity,” Wow I love this passage.
thank you so much
Beautiful
thank you