emptiness of emptiness

the turbid gleam of metaphors collapsing,
the all-seeing fang in helpless revolution
would you spark if struck against it,
would weaker gravity throw you
if you hide a man from himself,
put him in the center of a room
with suicides in limbo
laughing into the empty mouth of the night

god dam

rorschach blots: twin eunuchs raping
the shaping of shaken babies baking:
dummies disintegrating in a bomb blast

curious clown shoves a shitty book up his ass
spits out golden garbanzo beans
belching like a frog popped with a needless
needle springing around like a flea

somewhere a mirror fractures the world
that fucked and fucked and fucked
the flavor out of the wind and the seas:

baby moses floating among the reeds
dislodged and racing down river styx
thrilled and thrashing, killed while crashing
into the god dam

a mess age

"words are never sublime
they are the naked detritus
of worlds sublimating their pain
worlds reconstructed through hollow
communicable sound

stones digging into the ground
negating all poetry
affirming layers and layers
of what surpasses meaning
the very foundation"

- a note tied to a brick, lying
in shattered glass

??

you will be colored in like a harpy
plucking the eyes from children
who drew you
like a sword to slay the beast you were
and
you will be a darkened intercourse
that even the shadow is ashamed
to hide

I will bury your body in the roaring waves
I will leave you there forever