Their preoccupation is their hunger
in Hassan i Sabbah’s parlor
On plates of pure gold, their eyes stare blindly up
at them, the New Gods
who revel at the bitter taste of flesh
a consolation for mortality, humanity
The taste recedes, they wrestle, laughing
Their seduction is slow and precise,
a chemical prelude for metaphysical reaction
lounging on bedless matresses
Making love like sleeping dogs
The Hasheaters
Elegy for Knowledge
Winding through the writhing woods,
holding hands in search of night
Intimate like only lovers could,
for fear of entropy, hold tight
Holding hands in search of night,
our backs towards dusk, another day done
for fear of entropy, holding tight
to victories previously won
Our backs towards dusk, another day done
The sun goes down, and we follow
to victories previously won
below the mire [...]
Ode to Molly, Elegy To Grow Old
crying from necessity
sharp nasal straining loving
numback throat
smack like a hand
reaching downward
like a glove
pockets of air
opening up inside the skull
like lightening
emptying out the head
like wearing a hat,
the pressure is so strong
from nose and throat and base of neck
and straining chemical choke
Innocence, Negligence
of course (of course)
Attachment
and Depression
I want to consume,
to fill, to empty.
I want to fill with
something [...]
