Two Poems

 

 

Helmet Dressing Room

 

once the objects said

shit we are codes

 

my outer triangle

insisted on

advancing a shell

 

so yo Y to Z

spiral yr own

 

axis from plane

to pupil

 

may-eye  

follow you back

 

but what about

your pinecone

 

noose of

ripped diamonds

 

crip up dimension

to let it shine

 

let it shrine

this little tetrahedron

 

of mine

 

 

Adyton

 

celibacy is my zone guys

fasting alone

via literate hoodlums

supported by loam sisterhood

scholars will wonder

at the gas up

my vagina

bowing to appalling

instrument

the plectrum

that makes speech

applaud sex w/ gawkers

quenched is the speaking water also

a long and intense period of conditioning

so i may be upright

on the tripod

i may be waiting

while you wait

in the antechamber

smells like herb fume

the pneuma

tithing either

as gas or water

Plutarch thought

emissions have

weakened wordplay

but i am dancer sweet

& sweat stature

at the turntable

whoa it buzzes my crotch

watch my lips hit the pipe

cradled in the mtnscape

thesauri dot

future stairways