This poem explores themes of animism, sexuality, and humanity's relationship with mortality. The speaker contemplates souls and supernatural power while reflecting on primal urges and desires of the flesh. They see the natural world as alive with souls that can be accessed through ritual acts. The poem hints at a drive to overcome death through spiritual practices that tap into primal energies. It presents a bleak view of humanity seeking justification and power through violence while fearing feminine closure and the finite nature of existence.
This poem explores themes of animism, sexuality, and humanity's relationship with mortality. The speaker contemplates souls and supernatural power while reflecting on primal urges and desires of the flesh. They see the natural world as alive with souls that can be accessed through ritual acts. The poem hints at a drive to overcome death through spiritual practices that tap into primal energies. It presents a bleak view of humanity seeking justification and power through violence while fearing feminine closure and the finite nature of existence.
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This poem explores themes of animism, sexuality, and humanity's relationship with mortality. The speaker contemplates souls and supernatural power while reflecting on primal urges and desires of the flesh. They see the natural world as alive with souls that can be accessed through ritual acts. The poem hints at a drive to overcome death through spiritual practices that tap into primal energies. It presents a bleak view of humanity seeking justification and power through violence while fearing feminine closure and the finite nature of existence.
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with its vehicular cinders, its naked sea butterflies, I contemplate the composted humanity under 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-like interior of the bone, at the juncture of Rumsfeld and Yorunomado, souls provide supernatural power, immunity from death. So how deeply is the worm of immortality aghast in me, a flicker gourd, something firing in my 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 inseminated
with maleness, I am 12 hangdog, hanging out behind the men’s house, in world obliteration, caught up in the piston of a drive to 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 to the reciprocal, the “sane”—
inside the soul bone I munch, suck, and draw,
I am a kind of ant, many-legged, with a head packed with holy robes, life grinds up in me, the silex between my fingers cuts into bone my tweezered lust to live and to live and to… see women
as through a periscope, are they wrestling anacondas?
or moon slivers, metate-bent filaments, mothers of the peccary into 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’s magnanimous lens… Now or never,
to build into the poem a packed humanity
with cuts below the furnaces of reason in which the 21st century, like a baleful shark eye, rimmed with fire, gazes upon its hideous justifications, feels warmth for its wounded, then wounds them again as if we men were, at the precipice of the cosmic vagina, fighting, jacking off, and dancing, to impede the feminine from closing over us, so that we might face, among the spotched karate of our contact, the mirrors of immortality… into these cuts to plant imaginal spannings.