Poem 130: He Sees Faces in the Glass

I see faces of blood
faces of bone
faces of sphincter-like
aspect
horrible faces of stone

faces of meat
faces of crème brûlée
and of meringue
in an advanced stage
of decay

revolving faces
shifting melting
features rearranged
utterly the eyes
however
have not changed

Poem 129: Heat

I stopped watching
when the well exploded

not because I disapproved
but because I was tired
as hell

for reasons which have nothing to do with this poem

in any case
I had seen it already
and remember everything

Poem 128: The Earth!

it's a miracle!

a spherical miracle!

an empirical
spherical miracle!

a lyrical
empirical
spherical miracle

!

Poem 127: FRAGMENTS OF GAWAIN

   gang /gyng

GATHERYNG

here @ midnight

the devil tells his matins

while according to the Wif

it is the Freres who say their matins

these unmagical incubi everywhere

banishing marvels

from Arthur's kingdom

but in the Tale is it a knight

who rapes a maiden

by a river

abalef...

ABCDEFGHIKLMNOPQRS
...arrested

The knight as monster:

reversal of escapist horizon

      So much for Gudrun's archaeological dig!

AGAIN, somewhere

with the forest's curtain drawn

sat the Green Knight

sawing sewing his head back on

but if the Green Knight is Dionysus

what does that make the King?

(Long ago, Pieris established the song as king.)

between these heads

between these famous heads

keeping clear, at last, of their age-old

unspeakably slow

battle à outrance

    to and fro, protected

    as well as might be expected

    behind a single name

    abalef run the fragments of Gawain

Poem 126: An evening of slaughter

bunny rabbit guts
show silvery in moonlight
filling shallow pit

Poem 124: To one whom I may have frightened: DRAFT

How about this:

If I was staring at you
like a hungery bird
I am sorry
I didn't know what I was doing
and could not help it
you are such an exquisite
freak monster of nature
?

Poem 123: Ogre

to the ogre
broken hearts
taste like froot loops

dreams are like
cotton candy
which he quite likes

vermin, which make him shiver,
look like
poets :  "where do they even
come from?"
he says to his wife

who is made out of broomsticks
and balloons
she commits suicide daily
and daily is brought back to life
to care for their fucktuplets

but the main thing he does
is run his mouth:
guglelly
gah gah gah
harh harh blegg gah
gubelly