Stonov
Stonov writes desperately
Like a man imprisoned by life,
By hatred, by fellow man;
He slowly, painstakingly records
The deeds and thoughts of his days
In microscript upon the paper flags
Of tobacco-emptied unfurled cigarettes
The Book of Life to those who know
Who realize the potential of every scrap
Gathered, instead of burned for a momentary buzz
Of smoke-filled lungs turning ash gray
Now Stalin black in a windowless stone cell lost
A thousand miles lost deep in the Siberian night.
Like Zabelka Blessing the Angels
Like Zabelka blessing the angels
Of death, pilots of destruction
Who razed two cities of Man
No Soddom and Gomorrah yet burned
Into the pages of the Book of Time
For all of our mammalian existence
Burned their shadows into the soil
With the fire of Creation
For no moral reason, righteous anger,
Justified neither Akhilles' wrath nor Troy's doom--
But rather to further Man's hate.
I see Satan's evil, here,
As none other than my own
And learning lessons
>From our still smoking history
Vow to change
On Gandhi's bones and Tolstoy's words
Because life is too precious
To waste.
Taboo
What is taboo?
We, me & you
Engaged in whatever wet same
Game of Twister caused fame
In the naked Garden first to bite meek
The apples red our flushed cheeks
Spanked up over some Ricean vampire
In drag cruising the stiletto-heeled street umpires
Puffed up and preening themselves anew
Stiff fronted uniforms firmly pressed askew
As they beat the hell out of fags
Or maybe niggers or bums in rags
Burning their fingers round the barrels of fire
Water burned throats choked off with desire
Swallowing loads of mercurial whiteness
Whence fountains life itself in all its brightness
Twisting colors rainbow the facade chipping
Away in the sunless neon night shipping
Us all bodily in boxcars full of fecal-sludged fear
Along some unholy trans-Siberian railway so near
The Gulag of our hate, our home, our own
Veins full of blacklight novas disgorging the unknown
As begging our raped mothers we shoot
Up the fathers of betrayals made moot
Long ago before tomorrow fades
Into another donkey-fucking night parade
Through the top-less French Quarter where I
Having mutilated my soul, burst my heart, gouged my eyes
Find you there lost as always without me within you
Eating alive the pain misery suffering the bland stew
Seafood gumbo no sister-loving Cajun asshole
Would eat burning churches for priests to console
Victims of their own pedophilial abuse
In the wildest mythic talltales blown so obtuse
That even the fates have lost control of what they rue
To sew knotting the skeins of our lives, taboo!
The Snowfall Turned Blizzard
The snowfall turned blizzard
Trapped, entombed in cold
Am I alone in this ennui
Or do others sense it--
The coming oppression?
Feel the temperature drop,
Shivers start spreading to bones
Which ache while skin freezes;
A subzero flame begins
Spreading over my body like wildfire.
The floating dust of beauty drifts
Snow-white flakes of death
Crystalized in air, visionary,
Tiny particles of Niffelheim
Blown in from some Dantean lake
Piling ever deeper, pressing wetly
To drown me in biting dryness.
Where is the warmth of life?
The light of day?
Where the sun?
White now the blanket,
And eternal the silence.
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