Typing through the second twiligyht
I am the tomcat screeching
Reaching for pills and a pack of cigarettes
The darkness above and around me is retreating
Into the narrow holes and hollow corners.
There is dust upon my bones. . .
I wait in desperate longing for coffee afternoons
colored in the shades of early autumn;
this summer is a dream until the spring-time of my Youth
I live to Dream and Dream to live,
between daydreams and HALF-hearted action.
Lo, the Earth begins a series of swirling contractions:
broken-down, pussyfooting, ear-marking. . .
Life has come of age Retrograde:
The poetic piecemeal of heartbeat lemonade
a bittersweet kiss on flesh imagined,
dream of my dreams, you are my amphetamine —
my blood is tainted with nicotine,
my nose is no longer clean.
Brother of my darkest machinations,
it is only my imagination that I have left.
O’ Juliet, hear me now: I am the sweetheart you long for,
the object of your greatest fascination!
Check my pulse: the Rhythm continues on
the Truth will dawn upon you and in crazed bewilderment
you will know: How sweet this darling dream of dreams,
how tragic, life, little more than a phantasmagoria
of pleasure, pain and fantastic colors,
of erotic fancy, esoteric mechanical reverie. . .
and in this maniacal moment between conception and suicide
twilight dissolves into sunlight
your hair glistens crimson so
and suddenly as if without forethought
you erupt in prayer to Dionysus:
Touch me, kill Me, worm your way inside me
Wine Master, ecstasy, presence rapture,
elation, incarnation, the Drunken King leave me
fertile, feral, as man and woman fated to be . . .
as man and woman are fated to be. . .
July 4th 2012, 3:14 AM
— t. hrafn noyes