Popeye the Saviour Man

Why I Create continued actually.

Though I speak the shamanic language of birds
Surfing luminous liquid light sound sculptures
spinning terse eternity
Sunploding perilous of fire
Spitting infinitudes
My mnemonic
is sardonic
when I speak Ebonic

For I am a latex, flesh headed d***o
Wielded by the interplanetary Princess of the Silver Millenium
Her sword Craft impeccable with yielding thrusts
Languidly licking luscious lips
haughtily parted
she asks the crime of her sex

And I, the Scion of decaying culture
must denigrate
immolate
and ultimately
defibrilate
the hearts of the people
Wistfully whispering volumes of Silence

That which I speak for
Is/Was/Ever shall be as Eh-Heh-Yeh Asher Eh-Heh-Yeh
I Am that I Am
I am Popeye, a Qabalist who invoked and ascended as the agricultural Spirit
Olive Oyl my verdant priestess
Sacred receptacle
Keeps her Secret Statement:
I Am Asherah I Am...
Ishtar, Innana, Aphrodite, Astarte
The Rabbit that tames the Lion
Magdalene, Isis, Oshun, Freja
Easter, who births inspiration
Who seeds the fields with eggs of Creation

I just call Her Mom when cradled in the arms of Venus

Oedipus Rex I am not
Though ambrosia fashioned Oedipal underwear are offered
by Her Sisters whom I love equally in the nether regions of frigid dark
They share the finality of orgasmic interplay
Giving birth to Guardians of the Gate and Sweatpea the Horus Child

For that, I sail tremulous seas of reflection
Protected from Bluto, the Lord of Rouge colored night

As Popeye, I drink in my beloved Olive Oyl
and declare from the Mount of Olives
that
Love is a b***h!
Love is a tease!
Love is a four armed bandit on roller skates
with a limp dick, a sealed vagina and a loaf of french bread
up its smoothly shredded sphincter-
-Fermenting bitter beer which I must drink-
Lapping from the Cauldron of Inspiration

Can I get an Amen?
Amen! Amen! Hallelujah!

And when you have reached the gates of K-Mart in the Third Circle of Hell
Tell them I sent you
They'll know what you need
They'll give you a bucket of Kentucky Fried Blue Veins for free but refuse!
Tell them you want the roast duckling of word-sea neutrons
that comes only from
Popeye the Savior Man!

To be continued...

Reviews

[Kenneth The Poet]

This is stunning, maddening, and downright hilarious. Brilliantly off-kilter, I am slayed in the spirit of your art.

[Nightwind]

If I had to choose one word, and ONLY one word, to convey my thoughts about this poem; the choice is easy: *Keanu Reeves' line from the Matrix* "Whoa!"

[Kaylor Mason]

I read Why I Create, then this. This is really different. "Sunploding;" That's a new one