Crypto Lust

In the house that I hate
And the people I dread to meet.
We convene with regularity.
We go wherever you go;
We know whatever you know.

They know me before I know
What their quiet laughter means.
Tasteless and silent,
Cutting through my everywhere.
Impaled like a speared fish.
Green sparks explode
Behind my eyes, blind.

They watch me sleep,
My every twitch, my every spasm.
I am a rope stretching,
Imitating the distance
I have grown away from.
There is a finger in my mouth.

They undress me, helpless.
Some sort of crypto-lust that
I can’t see. I feel it in and around.
The whole floor begins to vibrate.
A distant whistle in my ear.
I feel motions but see nothing.
Limestone touch, cold and heavy.
Smooth and long hot spurts.
My ankles pinioned, my mouth
No longer opens.

The ground of being is rocky and obtuse.
Pinioned but loose in expression.
And death is a construct I don’t have faith in.

Reviews

[Dith]

with the curious jouissance of an a priori Awareness working its way through the hard school of existence as a body 'midst the zombified specimens of the half-baked human condition.


yesssssssssssssssssss!

[Pax Analog]

Wow!

Again the tone of alien experimentation, simpler on the surface than that other poem, but, of course, "Crypto Lust," nonetheless!

It's like you're the alien experimental subject, and the alien experimentalist too. And some strange grapple between Eros and Thanatos in the throes of Consciousness.

You are firmly at home with ineffable paradox, and that is a sexy quality of mind. Again, your writing resists all the easy definitions artificial habits are prone to.

You have a strangely engaging power, the cumulative effect like that of the form Consciousness takes raped by Time, but adamantine, indestructible, disbelieving the construct of death, suffering the paws of fools, with the curious jouissance of an a priori Awareness working its way through the hard school of existence as a body 'midst the zombified specimens of the half-baked human condition.

MUCH more comes to mind. You are a wonderful poet of the inherently strange nature of multitiered Reality.