Sometimes a bruising maleness comes
and radiates its rutting atavistic hums at me,
in me, through me, from me so that I have
no doubt that I am capable of murder –
among varieties of other dark supposed
unspeakabilities; in fact, would wield them,
yield to their morbidities with no more
thought than I’d have brought to having
fought whatever arrogance of other flesh
had the audacity to think it had the right to be,
instead of me, the ruling thing: I’d be and stay
the king: erect a palace to my phallus: direct
the rest of you to kneel. Sometimes a reeling
maleness wants to pump me up to such
a madness that I’d wreck the world and find
the sadness: the key, of course, to men.
When I had found that out, if anything
were left, I guess I’d just begin again.
and radiates its rutting atavistic hums at me,
in me, through me, from me so that I have
no doubt that I am capable of murder –
among varieties of other dark supposed
unspeakabilities; in fact, would wield them,
yield to their morbidities with no more
thought than I’d have brought to having
fought whatever arrogance of other flesh
had the audacity to think it had the right to be,
instead of me, the ruling thing: I’d be and stay
the king: erect a palace to my phallus: direct
the rest of you to kneel. Sometimes a reeling
maleness wants to pump me up to such
a madness that I’d wreck the world and find
the sadness: the key, of course, to men.
When I had found that out, if anything
were left, I guess I’d just begin again.
.
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