Beacon of Athena’s light
black-blue vision of forest deep
ruffled feather, burning might
malediction frightful keep
our prayers for sanctification lie
from tongues whose lips
are speckled poison, cry
the beat-black fingertips
to reach down callous throat
and clutch the battered soul
radiate vivacity variform
and grant the image whole
whose voice, resounds though remote,
the mellifluous, seething worm.
Nonsense Unmetered Sonnet
The Empowerment Problem
The more things I say
the more fucked up shit I do
to distance myself
to move on, forget,
the more words I have given
to describe someone who doesn’t exist
the more power I give to a hopeless past
There must be some way
I can take back everything, the presents
the fights, the letters, the resounding emptiness
of words and actions
and no longer [...]
Why Is Everybody Always Pickin’ On Me?
The Gary Heidnik of all your dreams
is eating at a buffet in Chinatown
The meat is all the cats, all the filthy cats
that live in Slaughter, the wickedest town ever
the cats, mangy, diseased that they are
we’d never touch stray cats on the street
but they make those cats into food at the Chinatown store
and you can eat [...]
The Supermale (pt. 2, rough, “Perfect Human Cycle”)
I’m the millionare pope
eater of souls
baptiser of dopes
Frankly, I’m told,
my mouth doesn’t move
and my harem grows cold
They’re hung in a groove
and they’ve sung of my eyes
through my cloven hooves
I’m growing through tries
and making dog food
from my favorite woman’s thighs
The Perfect Heidnik (pt. 1, rough, “Perfect Human Cycle”)
Gary Heidnik sits alone on a barstool
No ladies are attracted to Gary Heidnik;
he is a murderer of women
See Gary Heidnik as he moves
between two worlds
See Gary Heidnik as he moves
in a room without boundaries
Gary Heidnik is the master of tools
His deft hand crafts sharp angles
and beautiful arcs
He is a worker in metal and stone
All the [...]
If I Don’t Get Out Now, I Might Suffocate
He sits surrounded by cats in a playground
they come out from everywhere in this neighborhood
he can’t get rid of them, they follow him everywhere
they walk down the street in groups when they hear his step
his scent blown by some faroff wind,
they track him by night
he has trouble sleeping these days
they sit outside
his window and cry, [...]
Hearing Your Voice Makes Me Want To Blow My Fucking Brains Out, But You Keep Smiling Like We Never Met
I heard you call my name
not thinking it was you
but it was and you weren’t calling me
I smelled you, I smelled myself on your skin
not thinking I’d have stuck around that long;
and in fact, you didn’t see me
I thought you’d never use it again
but now all the names reflect my own
My secret name is tattooed [...]
You Two Should Just Fuck And Get It Over With
It’s not the fact your fucked from every side
The times you’ve killed, the times you’ve cried
Coincide for lack of time
And recuse the man of all his pride
Intermittens (for M)
Handy love, the stopping and starting
of gloves, rubber, latex, nitrile
with the fingers off,
wooly bags and not-
on our hands when cold
and taking off when smoking,
answering the phone, breaking
up pot, and to hold onto bikehandles
feeling impending weather,
when our fingers rot
from freezing winds and better
Leaving warmth in the park
for some asshole to find and
defile, stretch out, toss aside
coming [...]
Untitled Love Poem (Love Poem to No One)
Like prowling cats, we creep
underneath blanket dark
on the outskirts of sleep.
Rolling bodies illuminate under-sheet with static sparks
to illustrate intent. This night I know will be well spent:
If bite may match my hungry bark
and perhaps prevent us both our speech,
instead, on our heartbeats hearken
the beacon into which we follow deep
slumbers, within which I may repent
the idle [...]
