early lesbian teachings translated from the greek

pt.1 things to do in attic demes

he had
for as long back as he could think
spent his life alone
in a darkened cell
about two meters long
one meter wide
and half more as high
with no straw to shit/sleep on
and no horse
carved out of wood
for a toy.

kasper hauser got stabbed.
turned to stone in the old city.

that happens:
grow up in a box
you don’t develop many street skills.

you can quote me on that.

pt.2 this convent oath

a picture of Jesus
hangs above my bed
stonehard and wet with dew
I can’t move
no tea
no coffee
no dancing boys
no magazines

no rest for the wicked
serpent child
squirms
between my legs

gravity shifts
from time to time
and magnetic north
can’t sit still
but this son-of-a-god
bitch
is fixed for good

and jesus could use a shave.

pt.3 fluid dynamics

the poet
sappho
jumps from the cliff-edge
and floats gently
towards terminal velocities of granite
below her relative acceleration point

M is the mass of the attracting object
math-hat-R is the unit vector
from the center mass of attracting object to
the center mass accelerated

R is the distance “R”
between two objects
and G is the gravitational constant of the universe

violet-haired and pure
she falls like
rock lyrics
like the love of women
and the religious bond
the sacred free-fall
the skydive into
the belly of the she-earth
through menstrual bloodwater
instant mashed potatoes

but the terminal velocity of the object
changes due to the properties of the fluid
and Marcel Duchamp used semen decades ago

in hetero revisionist astrophysics
when gravitation is an attribute of curved spacetime instead
the fully developed follicle releases the secondary oocyte
only after due consideration
of the ethical impulses
towards collision and

love is an isolated event
in which two or more moving bodies
exert forces on each other
for a relatively short time
which ends
predictably
with livingroom orange shag
cock up the ass

I’m just saying:
if you actually collected the dew
from the top of a mountain
it would taste like shit.

and anyway:
sappho eats carpet.
so phaon can fuck himself.

pt.4 men and gods

Ulster throws his severed hand
and they knight the bastard
employee of the month
and King for a year

great for fisting
but you can’t yank the yak
with a stump

pt.5 the serpent child

this grotesque diction of the groin
gyrates like pelvic half-truth
drunk and stumbling
farther down colfax
fuck you
where’s the motherfucking scoop?

because that is who we are:
we enunciate the lower psyche
we embody hidden psychosis
(the size if your dick)
we are universal
we are unusual
we transvest pink panties
we are vertebrate creature
and good in bed
we will kill instead of cure

our existence is arousal
- the notion of the belly
of the earth
and of her
mother dripping and blood and

coat hangers and

genitals and

so on

so much then for these distinctions
so much for:
anonymous masculinity
see also:
men who have sex with men

‘cause boys
will be boys
will be boys
will be boys
until they’re not

‘cause they’ve got
- ho’s in different areas
- different area codes
- keeping it on the down low

‘cause the amount of HIV
in Genital Fluids
is linked to Trans.
Fucking.
Mission to Mars.

pt.6 collecting samples in small vials
I wouldn’t say he’s gay
but he sure knows how to ram it in me.