when green the grass did grow
around the fumbles of desire
i followed my own footprints
up my mountain seeking...higher
looking with my eyes i found
myself too quickly blind
looking past my eyes
into the hollow of my mind
i fell forward in a graceful swan
into my private fire
i pulled myself aright and
stumbled backwards into grief
i grumbled like a madman,
i tumbled like a leaf
i spent my seed
in spurts of song
and fainting fast
into a long
and hopeless,
dreamless sleep:
i found relief
and now i lay
a vegetable
upon god’s
cutting table
a phallic,
inert cucumber
…too soon...
too soon unable
to bleed my heart
into a bowl
to eat my flesh
to feed my soul
to grind my life
down to a role:
a neon
aesop’s fable
i long to fly
a phoenix flight
across the mountains
of the night
to grow myself
back to the womb
to cheat the devil,
beat the tomb
to raise a new sun
all my own
to stand upon
green earth alone
and if i die,
may god be damned
but if i live,
to live a man
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