Pornographic Note

As I watched you go alone and away…from me
on that horrible day I learned
I would never see your eyes.

I felt more powerful than Samson
when the eyes of my soul…were blinded
by some silent blessing telling me
to go alone and away…from you
on a chilly afternoon…at the end of the Sabbath…
on the nite of the seventh day…under a dark gray sky of aloneness
and there to await the parting of clouds…giving birth…to a floor of galaxies so high above me.

Swirling, swirling…swirling
to reveal in all their majestic glory and majesty
what I imagined to be…but the beatific tip…of your soul, my beloved…

Or is all that beauty I so desperately desperately desperately
wanted to find in you…nothing more…than the beauty…that is forever…with in me?

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The Day of Atonement

As the Day of Atonement
and the season, month, year, century and millennium
in memory of the
One Great and Unending Holocaust
rapidly approaches

let us all reflect
not on the crimes
of a deaf and blind G-d
who has allowed it to go on

but rather
on what each of us
has not done
to end it.

And
if we are all together,
and the very universe itself
nothing but another experiment in life
in some petri dish of nightmares
only to make you feel small
in the mind of the Divine
at least for one moment
which is only the duration
of our individual lives

let each of us
leave that Creator’s very being
for all time and forever
in terror
knowing

It is only deaf and blind
because we left It so
in not giving a fuck
about the least of Hers/His/Its/Theirs
attributes of beauty

nor even those asinine and impotent powers
of mercy or compassion.

But instead we succeeded
in becoming greater
than any such G-d we left
in comparison to us
a cripple
by having more love
for each and every one of us
than It/They/He/She
had for all of us…

Hey, why the hell should we hope
for any fucking messiah to save us
when each of us
can be an army of one Messiah
among a legion
of Messiahs and Messiahesses

For low and behold
even if there is any G-d of ALL Love
I know for a motherfucking fact
THAT
is what the Cocksucker
is hoping we will do and

Love each other
more than any G-d…could fathom.

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I’m looking forward to when I die
and finally seeing God…fucking weeping
and being inconsolable for a change
that the finest French kisser of my Age
who ever touched His/Her/Theirs/Its lips while I was alive

…is no more.

Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!

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Obsession…for the one who hopes to never see him again

She survived several good…and bad marriage proposals by him
with the final one coming on a dark manic night…resulting in a divorce decree…by the courts.
So like anyone of his age…for whom the flesh is willing but the spirit is weak
this is just another last will and testament…to his confusion
and giving up too late the holy science of politics…and the art…of cruelty.

As for what G-d’s plan has to do with love
because the man was obsessed with it…and an enemy of it
but most of all because he couldn’t comprehend it
he decided wrongly their future together…was written…in stone.

And because statistically speaking more of his poems to her
died in the solitary confinement…of his youth
than of all other sources combined
the woman decided correctly she could help him forever…no more.

For he has no friends other than all those about him…who suspect him
of plotting…with evil…to destroy all those who he dared…come near
just a little…nearer, lover…to forgive me, lover…for in time I promise to love, honor…and know
you will forgive me for trying…to forget you…if that is all…you have come to ever want from me.

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Catharsis

By means of drugs.
By means of confinement.
They cut him off…from being
an embarrassment to himself or others.

Then they returned him to the real world
where he was free at last
free at last
free at last
to make a longer
suicide list
from sunrise to sunset
and then all night
from lost friends to fallen lovers…only to discover
by morning he was here

still aging…and alone.

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Violence on the Highway

By means of violence, by means of drunken debauched behavior
by means of an abortion and by means of lewd obnoxious suggestions
your lovers found their way in and out of your bed
while I waited and waited and waited and waited for decades…just to meet you.

Until one night I tried to establish once and forever it even takes more courage
to beg for the love of someone to hold my hand
than to die for a cause…in front of the factory of letters.

So forgive me when I am trying to compete…among men…who don’t know what they are doing
after all you are not the first my soul has used this closing line on…but for the sake of my heart I hope you are the last
I have to tell my greatest fear to…because with all the chaos I still don’t know
if it’s because I love too little…or I love too much…that I may never see you…again.

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