Exorcise Trials
1
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
DIEEEEEEEE
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.
2
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
Unstripped,
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]
3.
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.
4.
Time according to “D. W.” Griffith, it happened in 1985
What’s your father’s name
…
How ????
Munzz…?
buzzz
buzzzz
BUZZZZZZZ
ZZZ
ZZZZZ
BUUUUU
UUU
ZZZ
UUUZZZZBBBB
BELZZZZE..
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…
5.
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
Shot!
Shoot!
I am Tired of .. under this sky…
I must take a pause ..
Cool down …
6.
I am
nefilim
a matrix,
simulation,
hologram,
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
7.
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 …
8.
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!
Sherlock!
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 “
Ooooooh….
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.
10.
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.
11.
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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