WHAT NEXT MORNING # TWO

 

 

BRIGHT RED  EXECUTIVE ORGAN AND OBSTACLES

CORROSIVE RASH AROUND THE ESKIMO SPOUT

IT IS GRADUATION DAY WAKE UP WAKE UP

LEGS FROZEN IN BLOCKS OF CONCRETE

A TERRIBLE INACCESSIBLE ITCH

WHAT NEXT MORNING  # TWO

TO TRANSCEND MANY HAD RETURNED TO THE OCEANS AND THE STARS

POET GIRL OFTEN SPOKE OF MISUNDERSTANDINGS

THERE WAS A SMALL PHOTO ALBUM SHE CHERISHED

ABRAHAM LINCOLN TYPE PHOTOS OF THE CONCRETE

AND CRUDE OUT- OF- FOCUS SHOTS OF THE ABSTRACT

SHE WOULD POINT TO A PHOTOGRAPH AND ASK

“WHAT DO YOU SEE ?”

OFTEN THEY WERE OF THE BACKSIDE OF GOD

A  FAVORITE WAS GOD STANDING OUTSIDE EDEN

COMPLETELY ABSORBED IN THE ANTICS OF THE INHABITANTS

SHE WOULD MUSTER THIS ANTICIPATORY VOICE ABOUT IDENTITY

IT WAS EASY TO GUESS THE OWNERSHIP OF A CRACKLESS BUTT

 HUMANS WERE LITTLE MORE THAN WILD CREATURES OF THE WOODS

ON SPECIAL OCCASIONS POET GIRL WOULD SWITCH TO THE ABSTRACT SIDE

HER FINGER WOULD POINT AT A SMORGASBORD PRINT OF GRAINS SMEARED

STRANGE ORGANS AND HORNS AND IMAGINATION WITHOUT RATIONALITY

TO TRANSCEND  MANY HAD  RETURNED TO THE OCEANS AND THE STARS

PULSATING AND READY TO WHIP THE SEX HOUND

SHE KNEW NOT WHAT SHE HAD TAKEN

A LITTLE SOMETHING FOR THE PAIN

POSSIBLY FROM A STRANGE LAND

PUSH IT OUT OF BED GIRL

KISSING DAGGERS BYE BYE

BONE BY BONE PLEASE NO LANGUAGE

NO VOICE  SABBATHLESS TONGUE YANK

SILENT IN FRUITS OF  JUNG NERVOUSNESS

SHE WAS A MODERN HORIZONTAL ELEVATOR

PULSATING AND READY TO WHIP THE SEX HOUND

EARTHLY EVENTS EVER-DEEPENING HIS GRAVE

LONELINESS SHOWS A CORRECT UNDERSTANDING

HAS NOT ARRIVED 

POET GIRL

MOVING CURRENTS OF DESIRE ANIMATE

TREMENDOUS LONGING WOMANHOOD ACHE

A SECRET SHARED ON A  SCHOOL BUS

A  MOMENT OF DAYLIGHT  HAPPINESS

EARTHLY EVENTS EVER-DEEPENING HIS GRAVE

CONSUMMATE A DEATH MINGLED BLOOD ON CLOTH

INADEQUATE  TEARS NEVER BEEN KNOWN TO WEEP

LIFE HAS PULLED ON THE DARK DISGUISE AND PASSED AWAY

WHAT WILL YOU DO POET GIRL REVIVE A GHOST

CONSUMMATE A DEATH MINGLED  BLOOD ON CLOTH

TO BE UNIFIED THROUGH DISCONNECTED ANECDOTES

 THE WORLD IS CREATED AROUND POET GIRL

WITHOUT ANY EFFORT ON HER PART

EACH DAY SHE AWAKENS TO FIND  HERSELF

SEEMINGLY MORE THAN AND LESS THAN

A HUMAN FOIL

RESTLESS AND SOFTCORE TO THE NAIL OF LOVE

TO BE UNIFIED THROUGH DISCONNECTED ANECDOTES

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I STAND HOLDING HIS SKIN

POET GIRL CAN APPROPRIATE

BOTH STICKS AND STONES

SHE WHO LIVES IN THE SERVICE

OF HER OWN MYTH

HE WAS A THEATER OF YOUTH

LOVING  NOURISHMENT BEYOND DEATH

TO BE ENLARGED BUT NOT  DESTROYED

HAPPINESS ONLY THROUGH EARTHLY SORROW

THE SHADOW IDENTITY SEEMS LONG GONE

I STAND HOLDING HIS SKIN

 

AT NIGHT SHE BEGS FOR WARMING HANDS

WHAT CAN THE POET GIRL  BE THINKING

TALK OF GHOSTS AND GENTLEMEN PARTED

GUARDED AND  FAITHFUL IN ABANDONMENT

AT NIGHT SHE BEGS FOR WARMING HANDS

CEMETERY SCHOOL SQUEALER

POET GIRL STRADDLES FENCE

ALL A QUESTION OF GENDER

DO NOT START MAKING MAPS

CEMETERY SCHOOL SQUEALER

PUZZLE LEG VULGARS ON DISPLAY

IN A WINDOWLESS CAR

AFTER DARK BY THE TRACKS

LOVING SHOVELS OPEN SESAME

PUZZLE LEG VULGARS ON DISPLAY