Exorcise Trials

Exorcise Trials


You dare to talk about the psyche

That I am not strong enough to do twenty-five push-ups?

What do you know about a woman?

Are you thinking of Psycho as Isolde

Or Juliet perhaps?

The ones who received Aphrodite’s curse

to be beautiful, but lonely?

Vengeful bitch.

Still so pretty…

Now go and look where her hands are…

I, The Goddess Of Yelling, I… scream


They call me Judi Dench, in the gym

I cut off the Venus’ limbs with my voice

Me? I am a few pieces of broken statue

I wish I was like Aphrodite of Milo

To be sold to the French at a good price

If only some farmer from Melos had unearthed me

I would be, like she, in the Louvre, beautiful and exposed

Instead I sweat and toil in a man-made gymnasium

Counting to ten over and over

Aphrodite de Milo:

I have a part of the left hand and an apple

I am Eva, now, immovable

with lust in this boring paradise

That is my trial.


I am beasting it up now…

I am a cardio bunny showing of my guns

While I sweat I think about my altar—

I am not yelling-I sing like my birds

How sweetly they call out

But then they’re trapped in their cage…

Which is why they weep

Or how about

I listen to the final tweet in their verse

To learn their secrets

Like the nightingale whose notes are devoured

even better then Keats’ can write

My poems are silent, however, passionate, hard


Dressed in beauty forever

I sublimely sing with LOVE

I am able to do it …

In fact, once, I did.

Now.. Hold for 30 Seconds then curl up

That is my trial.

[TO me, this should be the end of the first poem….the next part doesn’t seem to flow from this….I would separate here]


I remember November 20, 2000

The Hague, one of The Old Ones:

You… abhorrent… disgusting… perverse

Stay away from my normal daughter!

(at least she was stronger and smarter

to pull me out from the Slovenian pantheon

to Kragujevac’ shop windows)

although the entire Slovenian pantheon is poor plagiarism of

ancient Greek religion

at least she called me Wicca

or Diana’s witch

Incubus, at least she called me her grandmother

half crazy she went through the village, freed from peasant tasks

whining for her girlfriend dying

Later, her daughter went nuts..

As for myself,

As a noblewoman I changed my name of Sachsen-Coburg und Gotha in Windsor

That is my trial.


Time according to D. W.” Griffith, it happened in 1985

What’s your father’s name

How ????












Ekron God.

(Children’s laughter)

And spoken cruelty.

Baals of Canaan

Beelzebub, flies!

Fly fly away flies

Fly away!

(Silent cry)

Poor baby,my angel.
Your sacred, innocent
pure virginity is gone.

(Evil smile)

Common now 25 jumping jacks

Swat jumps

shoulder width apart.

to a comfortable depth…


Do you have the shots in the mind as I do

external anal’psis

even prolepsis

is Griffith your teacher?

“The Teacher of us All”

of a Hollywood Yahweh

End of narrative



I am Tired of .. under this sky…

I must take a pause ..

Cool down …


I am


a matrix,



the world is too nebulous

to be interpreted

I cast every onslaught on my body

I cast …

Perhaps I’m not a poet, but a killer

no poetry until the bloodshed

heads secession on the fly with katana

leave all sediment and silt behind


Time according to D. W.” Griffith, it happened in 2003, maybe in 2010…

she said

stop calling me!

He said: stop calling me

Ma‘a salama مع السلامة.

Mummies legions, the Nephilim

For the former joys have passed away …


Somewhere in the middle of the Hollywood narrative, critic speaks:

set on fire your madness do not feel ashamed

Good.. Very well penned…

thus you should write and thus it should be!

Continue like this!

symbolically, yet completely illogical,

and yet carries energy and   original poetic line!


We cast you out, every unclean spirit,

omnis legio, et omnis congregatio secta diabolica,

and nomini et virtute Domini nostri Jesu Christi!

This is much better, Griff!

“You know, I thought it was a new poetic voice.

But your slam ton I do not like “


in the name and by the power of our Lord Jesus Christ

unquam suade mihi vana!

I am not interested in your vanities.

That is my trial.


Mysterious ridges are thy Elohim

Where do you taking me now?

Why are you burying your toes

In the fiery bowels

Of the gerber – free!

“What do you see?”

There are three of them:

Mother, son and uncle

Screaming, laughing and stealing my jewelry

Cutting my hair,

Someone strikes

They spit on me\

“Sit in the tub!”

They paint my face with milk and honey

And soon, flies.. flies…

I was prosecuted from a large Dante’ yard

After that, I never could take Hell serious.

That is why they reinvented Devil in every 10 years or less.

unclean spirit,

satanic power,

onslaught of the infernal adversary,

Cast out their legions!

That is my trial.


Saves the best for the trial in Salem!

May the holy be my light!

May the dragon be my guide!

There will be three of them:

The unclean spirit Karni Mata

She lives in the Temple Of Rats

Also known as the Trojan pony.

She stole my money and devoured some life…

The second is the Goddes of Poop, with the hair of Medusa

A tremendous gossip!

The third is Ninkasi, born from the sprinkled vodka

Goddess of beer and brewing

The drunkard centuries

Beasts from the abyss

the Lamb of God

Behold, the Lamb of God enters the court!

Trials trials everywhere!

The blood of the lamb

The blood of the lamb

The poor lamb should do some donkey kicks

Photo Credit: Matrix of Art, Sara Chelou

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