Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Curtains Hang On Moddy.




the reflective Zeus
then became the child called
Oedipus

it

looked stern
that weird baby
the shepherd whose smile
as wiled by a divinity
whose kindred architecture
emplaced abdivinity
in its whole
something said by Zeus
as Eiron

like Myron Cole
(in leather jacket)
vampire or quantum mudph venomenon

that power
distorts the vessel
and that the vessel
is the distorting power
beyond itself

odd pause
sphingo needs affix

for if we imagine that later
emanation of punk bands
of Zeus Strangled, their single

Sphangolux, and Dark

If we hover near
the 1980's and
Egyptian-themed horror
film

if we dig these old
humanoid syringes
shrouded in melted vinyl
the navel
a hole
where the stob once went in

living image
living pigment

shesepankh
color to power the engine
for ev'ry vengenerration

Blind tears.

Tears.
Tyrants.
Teronts.

How long will the word drug
hold sway over my people, Zeus?

O stern baby!
Lay there exposed, and dye.
Pigment is holy anywhere it lays.
I see snaking immortal purple sheep
instead of eyes.

I see the Blind Oedipus riding the
GARGANTUAN PURPLE WORM RAM OF ETHIOPIA!

i see the declining edifice,
i see the ruin with a crown
in the declarative..

Stern Baby.
You weird text! [pointing in the manner of a stern baby]

Zeus, whose head is purple slugs and lightning
holds out
holds out

for the fang is a curved trianguloid cone
whose tip is infinitely sharp

and the body is a zoo
and we laugh
and throw batteries
at the actors

down there splashing in the stage

pix
phix
fux
and fox

soft energy consciumes:
There are only gods there are.
The rest are but figments
of Socratic Irronalazon.

Stepsiads.
Cirrously.