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For the Night Poem 8 Aug 2010

For the Night Poem 8 Aug 2010

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Clayton EshlemanFor the Night Poem 8 Aug 2010Looking into the telescope of the night,with its vehicular cinders, its naked sea butterflies,I contemplate the composted humanityunder me, or of self, so latent as to be a dwarf lantern,to realize what the male head means in my Sepik layers,to kill so as to amass souls, soul strength of others,and to dine on brain, and the cave-likeinterior of the bone,at the juncture of Rumsfeldand Yorunomado, souls providesupernatural power, immunityfrom death. Sohow deeply is the worm of immortalityaghast in me, a flicker gourd, something firing inmy vegetal flavors?To bring all of this near,so as to reveal and embed,to be at thick with my self,sucking off a 16 year old so as to become inseminatedwith maleness, I am 12hangdog, hanging out behind the men’s house,in world obliteration, caught upin the piston of a driveto wear a semen bone through my nose,to be vermilion in a cloud of gnats,a force amidst the talking trees— 
how thin rationality and shoes appear set beside animistic gore,soul-driven blindness tothe reciprocal, the “sane”— inside the soul bone I munch, suck, and draw,I am a kind of ant, many-legged, with a head packed withholy robes, lifegrinds up in me, the silex between my fingerscuts into bone my tweezered lust tolive and to live and to… see womenas through a periscope, are they wrestling anacondas?or moon slivers, metate-bent filaments,mothers of the peccaryinto which the sun ejaculates its lightning?Paralyzed by finiteness,I hover over the semen stored in my testicular vats.Everytime I spurt, the trees flash me their vaginas,barked gates into soul racked realms…So I am here, an old man stretched out under his belly,while As If focuses and refocuses in the night’smagnanimous lens… Now or never,to build into the poem a packed humanitywith cuts below the furnaces of reasonin which the 21
century, like a baleful shark eye, rimmed with fire,gazes upon its hideous justifications,

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