Half-life
And the unicorns shall come down with them, and the bullocks with the bulls;
and their land shall be soaked with blood…
– Isaiah 34:7
How quick, how slow
Discrete entities decay ––
Is love discrete? How quick,
How slow: in as many days
Or as many months – depending
On the blush, darling; three months
They tell me. Give or take.
Three months, till all your blood is new.
Carried like oxygen, this love
In my blood, the newness compounding,
Its pulses doubling feeling until every beat
Of thi
you of the darkness
the sky, the secret place
you who came forth backwards
hoodwinking: owner of faces
owner of horns, you of the cavern
you who acted willfully: demolisher, disturber
white of teeth, blood-eater eavesdropping:
your house the abyss, cavern of wrong:
transgression, falsehood, murder, the West
crookedness see whom you bring:
pale one, wanderer wading in water
far strider, foreteller: eater of entrails
swallower of shades: accuser
unhearing of truth:
you of the altar: place of execution
bone breaker
damaging a god's image
copulating with a boy
killing a sacred bull
bringer of your offering:
the dusk: the darkness
the silent lan
Ingestion?
I can switch my gender at will.
the tv static is
not exactly thing
incarnate
but pulsating slightly
with electric breath
$’s not a thing per say
warm and wet
essence hot and viable
stallion’s breath
money’s green is red
Presto!
My sex is money
I the femme beast.
Well, this body's brand new, chrome and svelte hairs
prickle the upper lip. I follow a strict shaving regimen.
I have just learned to swallow again.
I have just learned to enjoy baths.
The water distorts proportion,
I have poured into it something milky and opaque---
water's shadow slinking toward the drain,
a darkness that smells close like lavend