Selah (Forever)

"Choke" says Adonai

Says the drizzle and pour of honey lotion 

and airless powder 

and seasoned kisses.

Says an abstract and forbidden beast...

Love...

Brimming with a steam no darker than grey.

Ridden in the heart 

I see no further than twenty degrees 

In the periphery of either eye...

My reality is butchered

And I am at ease in Artificial Glaucoma...

Barbed wires wrenched through the chest;

A pool of yin and yang for local anesthesia...

 

A colour red

A wordless meandering

Aiming dead into the most complex things

Turgid in definition

Ripe until rotten in the cesspool of thought,

Flushed into the mouth to be gargled

A pool of yin and yang,

A colour red,

A quagmire of mucous,

Texture viscous with vexation,

Blood is a word and nothing more.

Copious in silence.

Stirring in the geyser of Freya's wet yoni

Not impressive

Not blessed

but...

A colour red

A wordless locomotion of thought

Scraping the underbelly of the soul;

Brittle

Soft

Fresh with droplets of dew...

The wound still blankets the knife.

Shalom is dead...

A Pyhrric victory.

Reviews

[Emily B]

Adonai, Freya, Shalom, Pyhrris . . . going to have to sort out the myth and legend before I can comment very far. I see red again. With textures I don't normally find in poems. Oozing, viscous, quagmires of red. You would think it might be a horrific scene. But somehow with the droplets and the dew, there is something very tranquil about the scene. Maybe it is just my bedtime . . . you know I'll be back again on another day.

[Emily B]

beautiful words

[Jason Henry]

this is a pretty cryptic one but i've forged some understanding. all in all it was a great read and certainly compelling as i took several reads of it before commenting. it's interesting how you've described what i think your describing to say the least. you make it sound restorative and yet cursed. definitely a triumph.