The Second Death

Ba-Ba-Black Sheep

1.

We ease ourselves into the tense electric water

                Of isolation,

                                Of abandonment,

           Of forsaken identity,

Strippin’ off the casual, the un-casual,

Of all that woven hearse and cotton produce nonsense

Economized by children in a sweaty Bangladesh dungeon

Bought by us, craved by us

To curtain our skin from the conventional shame,

                Of being seen,

                                Exposed-

           And known.

But screw the taboo and the toil and the label,

We want to feel the rain,

Count our scars undisturbed,

And skip through the orchard at dusk with quiet love

Comfortable in the rush, the silence

Of being-

 

2.

Dry spells.

Goddamn dry spells.

Draught- the wadis clogged

Spider body in the piping

Dirty underwear in the drain

Fat man with yellow eyes hanging in the chimney

Chew in the harmonica

Hard grease in the burner

Cashed ash in the clay pipe

A body in the gutter-

Mine,

Facedown-

Like a god in ruins

Six days before the world could breathe---------

 

3.

Thoughts,

Like euthanized insanity paper-bagged

In a cerebral haunt, in a floundered body

Soldered to a gurney torpedoing headlong, like a brass gale,

Ram-rodded down-

 Like powder, hate, lead, sulfur,

Ashes and diamonds, dogma, cold cash,

Croaked love, smoked out love, dark love,

Folsom love, cake love-

 Love like hers-

All cracked and shot up the throat of this greased-up b***h of being,

Like goddamn one way birth canals,

Goddamn, one way…

 

Reviews

[emmah]

oh!! this passionate grief - this debilitating disillusion - this screaming darkness - this buzzing incompleteness!!! - somehow - everything becomes complete and right - just in knowing how and what you know!!!