Anne Sexton Reading

elephant looks in a broken mirror

when a thought becomes a fraction

divided into memory

and everyday fatigue

it settles not happy to remain

will divide again

into dreams and realization

long cerebral passageways

cluttered with electric snapshots

of a life lived long,

thinking was a process

started in the morning

after rinsing mouth and bathing

combed and prepared

opened the mind

some fractions found division harder

and became elongated spools

of tension and agitation

hands that tremor

ever so slightly

as sipping a glass of lemonade,

beneath this mass of

seething activity

normal had almost resumed

old fractions worked

looking at a photo album

your son found in the loft

other debris of a life in one place

gathered and divided

and will be when your

gone

 

 

from the golden arch of arse

monkey all as me

before the meteor fell,

eat improvised food

slain in the boudoir

fresh from satin

and moist yesterday,

lacerations and smiles

hands bridge the expanse,

farewell to pelt

hello carnal alarm,

argue through closed eyes

i am the ape

blood and sensation

teeth splitting fruit

as i  would breathe

through your flesh,

i am the cause of your scream

anthropology has it’s secrets

that is me,

pulse and tongues

long shadows in the mirror

i will no longer

take to the branches,

i have hysteria

in my feet,

consumed by the body

escape,

i live in infecting your purity

with my clouds

for

i am the ape

infernal dialogues in response

slow burn inhalation

configured eyes to a new movement,

she spoke in slow vowels

circulating in open mouth,

eyes glowing a feral green

yet the kiss had already happened

once between damp leaves

spring days continuity

for shoots to appear

that climbing rose found window frame

thorns to sleep

shark fin spikes pierce,

subdued

lain back she showed me lace

and mathematics

angles and weight distribution

glowing yet fragile,

i did not want to break

long porcelain fingers

with nails to delve

beneath soft flesh of my chest

and close about my heart,

she would now be more than a lingering

response

in these chambers

was a place i could put her for sure,

not on a pedestal or throne

but wicker chair

as she sat on now,

after the geology of contours , gradients

and folds

secrets of flesh i had known,

wisdom burned from her pores

spectral aura flare,

legs cross uncross

no more secrets

no more visiting other places

i had found

where i belong

Scatterflex

wundt wanted

as i watched the eye

methodic tick,

moved from  side to side,

pavlov stimuli

deeper expressive i feel

no chemical replication

given to how i feel,

as i want to touch the eye,

conditioned and reduced

to basic function,

i was in a hole,

that my mind had opened

a non neutral stimulus

as now i saw her eye

non evasive swaying

encountering me with a look

that withered my root,

amplify the kisses

to a ravenous clamor

of wet hole slurping

my digestion of love

is diminishing,

before any digression

her eye, that eye

consumes retina to cortex

and i become lost

more marijuana

more bourbon,

will i take her back,

can the conditions of isolation

be repealed ,

settling further back

i want aural infusion of music

so that i can decide,

tick click tick click

fractious nerves tingle

i slide to unconscious

knowing after it would

reveal