"CUTE COTTAGE DREAM" (work in progress; experiment; far from done)

rows of squatting calynxes
and arranged gladiolas edged
by rebellious wildflowers crested
like colorful nimbae blooming florescent
regally upon the scalp of paradise

mulberry, raspberry, fig,
plume, rosebush and ash-trees

droppings of cows,
pissings of feral dogs,
every stench of nature i adore :

i soak in the sugary spit of the gorgeous Dryad

watercress, dahlia, marigold

beautiful beds of meandering lilacs

chestnut trees and sinuous roots

peace of mind, nature under discipline :

between this pretty oleander and this blood-red rose
i shall found my cottage !

here you are welcome
to root your flower

here you are welcome
to plough your field

here i shall place my great green zinc coffin
and above it i shall place yours

please ! rest with me in this beautiful soil :
let us rot into the earth, the ultimate romance...

"SCENE FROM AN ACHAEMENID CHARBAGH"

a blaze in the orient sky, the Divine fulgurations ! 

Auramazdā reveals with the Sun :
the deep yellow eye of Atar's fire  
boil within the curved horns of a Bezoar ibex...

dark and swirling turpid
is its light :
profulgent womb gravid
with the blistering rays of Asha

burgeons of aromatic flowers
pang in aryan sunrise

the fulvous botany swell with life :
petals of livid roses burn red
and the ambrosial whiffs of the Marjorams
spread repose in the zephyrous air

the foliage of the cypresses of Pārsa
beneath the burning porphyry
glisten

rows of gorgeous jasmine
frame the stoned waterways
harmoniously

around Jamshid's mausoleum
the stream wanders its pilgrimage
and the water lilies rest pale
and peaceful upon that stillness

unnumbered moons have shone its reflection
upon this hush surface azure :
the blue is simply beautiful

ponds, canals, rills and fountains

pomegranates, cherry
olives, figs and dates

here is
paradise on earth

here is salted the soul
in immemorial brine of harmony

i swell in this Achaemenid moonlight tonight !

here is testament
to the immortal beauty
of Pārsa

"CRUSHED TO DEATH IN THE BENGAL WOODLANDS"

caught, subdued and compressed
i become
trapped within the coils of the legless Naja
hauled in
like a fish on a line
helpless
subject
to a primal reality
the intrinsic violence of the natural order
ambushed, seized, clutched and snatched
and made to break slowly :
here is no rush
here is no hurry
here is only hopeless death for the weak

the haemorrhage commences :
a destruction of the neural process
a disruption of sanguinary function

i try to scream but my lungs are burning
i try to struggle but my body is rendered pathetic
i try to wiggle but i am shut as a brick in a tower
i try to kill but i am the one dying

my circulation arrests
my cardiac activity impedes
my blood vessels close
a fatal loss of oxygen and glucose

general ischemia arrests my mortal being
as the bones break into a sinister rhythmic clanking
of peak human agony

          * * *

Nagaraja of the dense tropical bush :
mother of all serpents
in this natural slurry,
haunter of the littoral zone, appear !
lurker of the obscure waters
and abandoned paddy fields
watching from the surface,
ophic eyes emerge
in the midst of the sprawling Nymphaea

tonic scents of aquatic plants
hides the beast beneath, the
slitherer of the mangrove grounds

Bengali monster of the bog
slinking amongst the rhizomes
coiling upon the nodes
sunbathing on the mudflats of Baleswar

crushed as if the chital i am

no respect is given
in the heart of the primeval rainforest :
all respect is earned and feared
nothing is given away, nothing is wasted
everything is taken, everything recycled
everything devoured and digested by something
in this tropical monsoon inferno

human friability manifests
once again
in the thickest recesses
of the Sundarbans inferno

as swift and full of grace
as the retractility
of the sharp claw of the raptor
my death is
in this solitary Bengal woodland

i was crushed to death
by a massive snake :
a complete and terrifying honour

i lived and i died
a servant
in nature's church

"TRAPPED IN BRUEGHELLIAN HELL"

the naked woman peeps through the hollowed trunk
gorging on the ear of Malchus
as Judas escapes with his kiss
like the disgraced king at midnight
awaiting the morn of usurpation

those cold of heart are burned in an ever-lasting flame !
those fit of body are nailed to a post
as to never run or climb or swim again !
 
those wanton of lust are impaled through their ass  
as to never crave penetration again !

and those stout and thick of build
are hung from the hooks of butchers
and are forced then to ingest
the most impure and pungent of foods :
how can you even masticate the contents of your foul mouth
with all these frogs leaping in constant out of there ?

the punished in hell are but cogs
amalgamated into the bizarre machinery
with whose twisting and turning
grinds humanity to the finest flour

the drunkard drowns in his own flask of spirits
trying to find a ship

receive the tonsure
swallow the blood
munch the flesh of Christ
take your beating without impunity
accept the corporeal punishment
and pray for spiritual discipline

   a precarious dancing in proximity
   to the steep slopes of the precipice,
   abyss of privation and addiction !
 
           trapped in Brueghelian hell !

           where life perishes wretchedly  

  submerged into hellmouths,
  left to drown theredown !

      infernal, restless realms...

"THE COCKROACH"

 i am ecdysis !
 and i shed the pelage of my flesh

my weak frame dissolves
as if the moulting of some vile insect

the clods of the earth stick together
beneath my insectile tarsi

my world becomes a swidden
and i grow a few more legs
to adapt

the human heart overflows with its own rancid discharge
and i feast upon that foulness

my appendages i now wield
as if the crook of an old wizard
but my breath is soot and my magic is garbage
and i toss like flotsam on the waves
without control

the world is one great wealth of admirable colours
but i see only grey

my feet are wet from the tears of a raped sibyl
but i do not care

leave me alone and let me hide in this stink

on and on and on i walk
in the refuse

the heavenward inclinations
of my spiritual faculty
is squashed again and again
by the sheer reality of my natural condition :
Heaven is a bug-free place i must assume...

the harlots bargain for dignity and redemption
and the children are typhoid again :
i do not have such problems, for dignity and disease
exists not in the world of creeps :

we are the disease

we never knew the dignity

"DEVOTIONAL POEM TO MARY OF JESUS OF ÁGREDA" (work in progress)

  come to lay mine earth's foundation !
  mark off the dimensions around me, for without your limits, i am lost !
  stretch your great measure line across me :
  give me footing; lay my cornerstone : my proud waves halt on the rugged rock of ego

bless my burning face with but a drop of dew
and bind my soul to the Pleiades

lay ambush in theological thicket

lurk like the spectral jackal

smile like the mother hyena

sneak amongst the ideas

crouch in your den like a lion

    permeate my soul as water permeates sugar :
    rinse the impurity, dilute the virulent poison

in titan woods and forlorn forest groves i have found repose
i have filled the caves with skillets and handicrafts and silks

carvings, amulets, innumerable goods i stand
on shelves and altars beneath

    the yellow clouds of moth blind me yet i see

    through the storm i behold
    the most perfect vision
    of María de Jesús de Ágreda
    perfectly beholding
    Mother Mary on a cloud

"INCANTATION AGAINST THOSE WHO CHANGE THEMSELVES INTO HYENAS" (work in progress)

the horned owl is camouflaged
and draped in bracken fronds

the camels chew the hellebore leaves
in sage and celadon thicket

the odour of chrysantemums burst
in the sweeping light of noon

the copper has turned green

the jade jar has been broken

a possessed witch howls in the black air

the exorcism of foul Bouda spirits is complete

imperial vampires of black abyssinian blood
are banished
and the werehyena weeps
its song of discontent