Fingers

You were dressed in nothing but yourself; i was drenched;
a burning cherry drowned in champagne; the bubbles sang
in heads and dreamers; your breasts seemed supple; firm;
and you were dressed in nothing but yourself; i was awed;
a swishing of liquids; a gulp of saliva; we made our resolves;
so like a siren's song; you drew me to you; drawing sigils in
the air; your heart was outstretched; and i felt your body;
drool and doodle; fingers and friction; my breasts against
yours; and i felt my vagina; our vaginae contract and - -

explode.

I was dressed in shame; but you were dressed in yourself;
you kept telling me drink drink drink; and the lines wore
thin; the boundaries 'tween us disappeared; where there
were no more of us; but lips and screws and yes and cum;
that nipples could be twaddled with spanners; curiosity
could lead to experiments; to chocolate; to gagging; to sin;
that cathedrals should implode; as if such wrongs could
be right; the droll and doodle; these fingers and friction;
it's almost fiction; that i can no more worship these - - -

palisades.


cuRRent...jer  ¶ 7:09 pm

  Constant

"I cannot heal you- because I am no physician," he explained.

"But I can take you away from the constant of life just for a while- to die before we die- and return to this miserable existence before we know it." He lifted his fingers and proceeded to draw onto his canvas made of pure sky. "You might ask, how do we begin? First, we die- in anyway you like it: you might want to try the stapler or the microwave oven; the messier it is, then more a legacy it becomes- as words would have it."

"Here the journey begins. We could start by crossing the bridges of galaxies and destinies- or across spacescapes and cascades- whichever- as long as we finally end up flinging ourselves into the furious darkness of blackholes. A few minutes later, we emerge. Perhaps a little wiser, a little cockier that we survived. From there, we hire a spacecab that will take us back to our wonderful planet Earth- but not before traveling into the heart of a beautiful meteor storm."

"After all that pesky guidebooks and detours, we find ourselves landing on a flat piece of globe. Yes, yes, so before we know it- just as I have promised- we would have returned from our holiday in the afterlife. So what have we, and what will we learn from this tiny odyssey?" He rambled; and she nodded.

He put forth both his hands into the air, as if praying. "Nothing."

He could have professed truth; yet Nick
Cooper decided to whisper false constellations
gently into her ears- that she would broaden
her horoscopes one day- and he would have
kept the world from knowing
we stand at sanity's end.


cuRRent...jer  ¶ 8:41 pm

  Sickening

Another second in this weary world; he-
crippled by vines and truth; blubbering
and erupting- another muttering meal
in the wastebag- and these corners are
quickly dissolving- dashboards and lights-
quickly conversations by the ear- wanting
tears; then there are illusions broke;-
is crying crying: "oh, when will this journey

                                   end? 

cuRRent...jer  ¶ 9:03 pm

  Seconds

I stand at this turn of a century; past the brink of midnight
yet no nearer the other day; I think about edges and their
revolutions; I think about the greatest distance between
one and another; of what separates youth and wisdom;
milktooth and claw; monsters and man;

then I found you- my child- straying;
driving us to our graves- you:

the repeated years; the stroll-by months; the wizened weeks;
the trawling day that drags us along;
the hours that are not ours;
the minutes that are unforgiving;
and the fleeting seconds.

Only to gasp: we gave birth to you;
and what bad mothers and fathers
we have been.


cuRRent...jer  ¶ 6:37 pm