Hi (II)

And like the anchovy heart
full of God and fear
wrapped around fish hook
falling apart
empty to the brim
I look out the window
of the mind

I become the evil
attacking my own tower
as the sky laughs at all the destruction
made beautiful
in the mouth of man
in the soul of shit and
the navel of mortality
because birth is, after all, the greatest death

And rubber duck phylogeny,
history of sodomy,
lords of mass androgyny
are pure as silverware incest

But still your demise hungers with such lust
like childhood gossip kisses on rosy playground Sundays
and unfulfilled stigmata intercourse
with a back seat driving finger fuck

So you martyr off your psyche
and love the time clock whores
When Willing rapes the Never
and Nothing comes up dead
cold corpsed on the muddy banks of candy film Noir

But Compact powder resurrects Christmas joy
fake as happy days
when happiness is a banner that drags us all down
So we drink from the suicide shower tea cups
and the bottle of white good night kisses
to dream the words that make us real
Only then to rebel with razor blade compassion
dripping life on sterile porcelain silk

And left over cocaine looking glass
is willed off
for baby siblings birthday cake

X*AVIER

from December, 2000 issue