70%

70%

Part A

Moist
Organs
70%
As I am
Now
Shrink-back, tightening
Reduction on exposure
Blown round forms
Naturally used to containment
Openness invites alien hostility
An atmospheric astringent
It is all over
Exposure

I hang
Slit, gaping, all
But flapping on this dry wind
Grace blown apart
My broken water
No longer the full immersion
Required for homeostasis



70%

Part B

Ruptured
Breach
Rending
The largest organ
Dysfunctional stationary
Systems remain enclosed
On prospective continuance

Despite evaporation
Vanity’s futile supply
Salivation weeping
Mucus lubrication
More than membranes permeable
Air converts to blood
But millimeters
From the expanse
On which it’s drawn

Slit
From anus to nostril
Allowing . . .
Curtains more splayed than drawn
Gradually darkening organs
Dry on a contact
Dehydration congealing

Water reliance
Inhibits electrical impulse
Conductivity
Exposed
Synapse to synapse
Serotonin crystallized
Solid

Circuits obstructed
Loops
Reflected
Refracted

Hung
Draining below
Exposed
Evaporating above

60%
50%
40%
30%
20%
10%
5%
Desiccation

Between The Light

Between The Light

We have settled here
Where no roads lead,
Enclosed within forest
And the lurking in between the light.

Around our houses
All trees have been felled
To a vast pastures bathed in light
And we can see as far as our bounds.

Open to the sky,
Exposed on our sward
We are surrounded by the forest
And its lurking between the light.

At night when there is no light
Between which to lurk,
They come on the soaking darkness
And we light candles, bolt doors.

The setting sun invites shadows
Penetrating, trees or no trees
The forest converges on our sward
And this land becomes one.

So that they are free to come.

On Your Knees An Suk Up The Life

On Your Knees An Suck Up The Life

Blood flows
Blood congealed
Blood comes from
The weapons we wield

Strike now
And strike hard
Bring down your blows
Let the body be scarred

Strike now
Strike swift
That soul from flesh
You may easily lift

But most of all
Be sure to breach
Skin and veins cut
Allowing blood flow
Let the red life flow
Feel the flesh through the knife
Then down on your knees
And suck up the life

Twisting Existence

Twisting Existence

Twisting
The spiral it writhes,
Turning friction tissue on tissue,
A contact in movement.
Knotted loops lubricated,
Smooth sliding at the impossibility
Of taut tightening
Pulled side by slide.
Skin against configuration,
Motion thwarting the constellation of composition.
Construction wrung squeezed
The pressure,
Perpetual power enforced
Limitless such energy.

Containment?
A straining within;
Where by the parameters offer a constraint,
Implementing the tightening.
Is it contained?
Essential negation coating the eternal writhing.
Twisting twisting smoothly lubricated,
Rolling immense
Incessant interlacing,
All possibility permissive.

Stillness a false station.
Being
Enshrined in Existence,
Subject without exception.
Absolute Supremacy
Defines mass over distance,
Unrestrained.

This
IS
BE
Unimpeded

Cessation an illusion
Grasping paradox abstracted
In language.
So as its essential
Its nature in action
Is refused
By intrinsic possibility.

Writhing
The Supremacy Of Existence
IS
ABSOLUTE

Shear

SHEAR

Shear Hades, shaved close
To the bone, caging
The remaining shard
Heart Whole Sexed
A Curdling lament

The out-cry
Heralded ahead,
Once on high
Him fall
Him the liar

Upon the wind born
On the rolling white
Washed up sure of him sense
Able as none can afford
Human failings as cause

Him hating
Really there is no lie
With-holding
Truth
Him hating

Brother Beware

Brother Beware

Brother beware . . .
Do not miscalculate
Our mother.
Come on as your will
Before the twin peaks . . .
No longer against her
Until sun-rise
Divine well
In destiny’s palm.

Who could question
The brightness

Aruru . . .
Was there some promise?
There is a warning
In Ishtar.

I’m certain
That I was given
Someone’s word.

Yet here
Craters my brother
Whom I can not kill.

Shining a brilliance
That is
No reflection.

Neith You

Neith You

O standing clear
In the sound light speed
Above as the ground
Sheer into vision
Brought in directions face
Wide ‘gainst the skin
Set in the round
Come on
Come on
Bend down, kiss me
I’m coming on
And I know that you sky me
Deep blue as your skin
And your star eye open ground
Pound universal
Come on
Come on
O envelope
All light and sound
Bend down, kiss me

Behind Them

Behind Them

Daily struggle
Victory impossible
Mind
Desperate for no thing
But control
Somehow
To prevail
To retain

Without control mind operates
Fearful
Of its own accord
Anxious
Dreadful

Oblivious to the terrible danger
Posed
Naturally
You are dismissive

Only I can see
That every time
They examine me
It goes to stand behind them