"detritivore" poems
she said
"i'll teach you to love,
just draw nearer to me.
draw nearer to me
and i'll make you mine."
as she
laced up her best heels
put on her best face
and applied another coat
of liquid vanity.
as i
made an effort to
concoct a new way to say
"no"
and
ignore the
rotting
carcasses of
hearts
that strewed the floor.
i'd seen her kind before
"but losing you would be a chore
my darling detritivore"
i said
Sep 24, 2010
Sep 24, 2010 at 1:33 PM UTC
War is the King of All,
as Heraclitus puts it.
No Life without Strife!
What wondrous distress!
This eternal suffering,
This eternal bliss
I am the ground
I am the ground from which
hatred and love emerge
neck and neck
symbiosis
I am abstracted from these
and yet intertwined, consistent
and unyielding in my birth and rebirth
I am the perennial,
the detritivore
The soil,
the mycelium,
the forest,
the fire
born from a single point,
growing and consuming
that which is colder than I —
until all fuel is exhausted
until I am exhausted
I am the Ugly Lie, the Corrupt
I am the Beautiful Truth, the Just
I am the Bad, the Good
I am the Formless
The Form
colorless, odorless, tasteless
unreachable, untouchable
receive me and
I am no longer myself
a distraction from the truth
I am entertainment
Will you entertain me?
Feb 16, 2016
Feb 16, 2016 at 7:50 PM UTC