#274: HYPOTHETICAL FAIL

if i weren't married
I should steal your
Marxist girlfriend
for my self

heh heh heh

or rather I would say
I should make an ultra-pathetic attempt
to steal said Marxist girlfriend

and certainly go down in flames
or explose!

yes, be utterly explosed
in the midst of my imaginings

by my own dirty cocktail

in my disgusting little apartment

#273: Heavy

hard-core delights
each more fleething than the last
appear both irreversible and
very difficult to remember, I must say,
yet hide strange meaning

but I don't know
i might be full of prunes
these might  be but vain factitious runes
cast quite drunkenly in forgotten seasons
heavy with forgotten reasons

#272: I have been here before

I have been here before

I was hanged for a pickpocket

in the Bailey


to me at some unspecific date

were attributed terrible poems

about vegetation

I did not write them

but I was there


I have been here before

this was my grave once

#271: sacred goat calendar

bearing the bite marks
of the beasts themselves it is furtively passed
among the members of the group
photographed in many different lights
and impossible perspectives

its grid the source
of much anxiety
and discomfort

its surface shines
with irreversible magic

it cannot be destroyed
i know
for I have often tried

#270: Extreamely tyred

the man sayd hee was Extreamly tyred
and wold unto Bedde but if he coud
when it was sayd to hym that it was yet earlie
sixe or thereabouts he sayde
Well I suppose some VVitch hath laid
some curse on mee, and hee meant a Sleepyng
Curse and he was then asked
when the sayd VVitch hadde layd
on hym said curse and by what meanes
she dide so
but hee was allready asleepe

#269: La Complainte d’Outremer, lines 1-13

Emperor and king and count,
duke and prince to whom are read aloud
for your amusement, many a lai
concerning those who, back in the day,
always went in search of war
galloping to Outremer
for the sake of Holy Church—
Now tell me based on what great work
you hope to enter Paradise?
Look, if you have eyes:
these who gained it formerly
(the ones whose tales you so enjoy)
gained it by their deaths, and torment
which they gladly underwent.

This is the time. God is looking for you,
arms extended, stained with blood.

          from the French of Rutebeuf
                            (c. 1250- c.1285)

#268: whirlwind

to hide the whirlwind...

in what corners soever
it may be hidden
they shall seek to hide it
from the spirit of tidiness

as you will have guessed
their theories are insane

their crumbly words devote
to the lizard brane

they will not even be looking
for what i am busily hiding

it will be a big surprise
for their
watery organs
to explane