Rimbaud told the virgin boy about
holding your lovers cock--
and proclaiming Chirst a penis preacher
who sucked asses,
and Graves kissed the White Goddess
sucking pale nipples while
two birds plastered in a window pane
sat upon newly dead chicks and you
sliced your finger like an onion peel,
when at 4 you read D.H. Lawerence
shedding snake skin layers,
and proclaiming Lilith the Heiress,
the soothing sensuality stuck. Stein spoke:
invisible territories clash when
cloned cunts cut &
ample voices fall in canyon walls
echoing for eternity.
The bards & muses swell
like your burning clit,
the sensations are unbearable--
so you scream the songs
of the crude & truthful poet,
speaking of rough chaotic mountain edges &
wild civilities.