being clothed with the moon
As that woman about to give birth
in front of the dragon
particular misshapen fruit
dealt the powerful blow of a knife, in the chest
to devoted insanities grotesque
I am in pain in the dark places pain, paints still water with spit of the fire
To the blade that was laid in the carved bone, an altar
an ancient image of divinity
will it speak the tongue of bones tonight.
Revelation Irish Woman
Her head peeked beyond
all the towers
in the center of a microcosm
An all-encompassing universality of nature
a role model
for the human monstrous role, I am now in the performed, now
y – axis whirl moving of the let – ergo going to nothing
My look at the city was one of prison
am here – behind bars.
This is a city
the middle of a prison.
Into the wilderness
as is a desolate
And full of serpents and scorpions
“travailing in birth, and pained to be delivered”
The forest unbathed
by an ocean of blood
An unhealed wound beneath
the hot navel
The unpierced rib in the deciding battle
A lonely nest
devoid of it’s Eagle.
from the clime of the blood roth
walking are the possible dragons
That salute, woman
over and over the infinite sea breasts!
And time stuffs the pieced
I am a beastly shrapnel
like a knife
ping of fadead stomach
as around as death, around me you
imagining me, dragon tail’s rise
My mortal body
of immortal progeny!
I summon the Heavens to bow
down to my tentacles
Folded into a clenched fist of Hades in the chains of the river euphoria!