meet me where the mouth meets the icon
meet me there--I want to feel your skin
there where the carcasses stretch around the orifice
it's true, I am one of them
call me up when I am feeling horny
in the hour between the dog and the wolf
help me to remember it's the ritual that renders it
it's true, I am one of them
meet me in the middle!
how could I believe in anything unclean as resurrection?
but I can meet you bodily
grasping at anomalies
it's true, I am one of them
though I am so far away from family
am I still the fruit of that proud tree?
would you meet me in the shame I feel
the country and the name I steal away--
but I am one of them
meet me in the shadow!
take me by the skin!
feel me up in blessed dissolution!
the poet is beset by form
the sculptor does away with words
it's true--and I am one of them
what became of jesus?
you shepherd with a knife
you gardener with nuclear abandon
I WANT TO FEEL YOUR FEELING PLEASE
THE SPECTER OF YOUR SOFT DISEASE
IT'S TRUE--AND I'LL BE ONE OF THEM