Moan

I am that which howls
In your lonely corridors
Creepin’ under locked doors
To deliver you in soft shivers
From the deepest recesses
Of time and mind caressin’
Down your spine and flesh
Where dead skin is shed
The glow within bred
Softly blown the veil
You to yourself revealed
And all traces of vanity
That pass for humanity
In buds of me in buds of you
Touched but never bloomed
Openin’ to the possibility
Of me in you, you in me.

Call me the wind then
Cold but never indifferent
Cuttin’ to the bone,
Wrappin’ like a shawl
Warm and humid like a fever
A gentle ripple on the river;
Unseen and never known
So I don’t feel all alone in this moan
Don’t say we haven’t met before
This familiar beggar rappin' at your door.

Scratch

Our madness did nothing
But lead us to the cage
Where the head gorilla
Said told you so.
Our reason too
An inflated zeppelin
Sputterin' skytrails
See-through negligees
Draped subliminally o’er
The laws of the jungle.
Freedom the abyss
Where philosophers
Spin jizzwebs so flimsy
They can’t even walk on
Where whiny Camus’
Take Hamlet’s speech
Way too personally;
Forgettin’ all about the play
That is; the curtain with
No beginning or end.
Imagination brings us to
The overman and the dream of
O’ercomin’ our Darwinian selves
Where I am you and you are I
In various stages of development;
Under the rocks and stones
The truth too painful to behold
Better projected against the wall
Where the Other is handcuffed
Lynched, Bombed and Dominated
Where those nostalgic for
The Middle Ages
Sigh and bleat and moan
Prostrately for their Just Poppa.
Our bodies only know
The limits of
the soul cowerin’
In the corner, a dusty
Cobweb waitin’ to be swept
Away by angels who dance
On pinheads and speak of
Necessary illusions;
Illimitable love hides
Inimitably on the ass
Of a gorilla,
Who scratches often.