More Poetry

           

graven & craven
o how the cut
tattoos

meanders

o mean father
lean in with
your wait

push us

usher
the house
of the falling

© 2007 r Lance W’ms March 14 o craven to cut the name of god into the face of a lion

           

it’s always amusing to have paid assassins speak of morality

i am a relativist & the son of a USMC assassin
& i certainly do not question the bravery of grunts . . .

but to elevate
premeditated murder
(i mean if you hire on to a job
knowing the main duty of that job
is to murder humans)
as morally superior
to consensual sexual
conduct between
or among
adults . . .

i mean GI Joe can put a fucking RPG up Mohammed’s ass
with or without his implicit permission
or blow Ali’s brains out
with a .45
yet plug
’em
with a
mighty John Holmes
& well, you go too far, sir

o Jean Genet o Querelle
o gay Nazi sniper of Paris
o sweet dingleberries of war!!!
“My wife is the sea; my mistress is my captain”

© 2007 r Lance W’ms March 14 on Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff Gen. Peter Pace declaring homosexuality immoral: more on the cultural resonance of Pan’s Labyrinth

           

or the coast—
begin in the resting

(the lost of no: there is an absence
that does not—that does not)

how if seen
if open

if the turning in
& bending breaks

the face of the beast that only
wants what the water wants

* * *

she tenderly traces
with the softness

of glancing
to close

narrowly—
widely—

* * *

the quickened
breath of

yes!
&

a sudden
stone—

to be open
yields the latch

its bronze in fire
—cutting—

© 2007 r Lance W’ms March 14 the absence that does not open