01-31-2022, 09:29 PM
Genesis Loci
There was no god in the garden,
It was Adam and Eve talking past each other.
Cain and Abel became that surface.
And It talked to Cain until he made Nod with his wife . . .
Only with Abram does such talking go on past the prime,
and a cult, called Abraham, arises on the seal of Moses.
Jesus' I was crossed out and christened,
anointed of It.
Above Father he descended to Fatherhood Himself.
A totem in the race.
Centuries of dead men praised, idolized.
Aeons of mute and ignored buddhas
ascended on the Evening Land.
A crowned and conquering child envisioned
on the blindspots of the sun:
angel the size of a pinecone
drew duncelike coordinates in It's
falcon arrangements.
A mere ostrich feather shook
the timeless ramparts asunder.
Self-love, in It's imposture,
caught flame in the dark.
A generation of chaos took turns making leaps.
Jehovah stares out from the middle-eye of the Goat of Mendes.
Here, in the redneck salons,
technology and impertinence utilize
a folkloric emblem.
Wise as teeth, signals from bone to blood
are enough for the common man.
I cross my self, burning everything I've learned.
Fates worse than Ignorance are humorous,
warm, fun.
Bum.
There was no god in the garden,
It was Adam and Eve talking past each other.
Cain and Abel became that surface.
And It talked to Cain until he made Nod with his wife . . .
Only with Abram does such talking go on past the prime,
and a cult, called Abraham, arises on the seal of Moses.
Jesus' I was crossed out and christened,
anointed of It.
Above Father he descended to Fatherhood Himself.
A totem in the race.
Centuries of dead men praised, idolized.
Aeons of mute and ignored buddhas
ascended on the Evening Land.
A crowned and conquering child envisioned
on the blindspots of the sun:
angel the size of a pinecone
drew duncelike coordinates in It's
falcon arrangements.
A mere ostrich feather shook
the timeless ramparts asunder.
Self-love, in It's imposture,
caught flame in the dark.
A generation of chaos took turns making leaps.
Jehovah stares out from the middle-eye of the Goat of Mendes.
Here, in the redneck salons,
technology and impertinence utilize
a folkloric emblem.
Wise as teeth, signals from bone to blood
are enough for the common man.
I cross my self, burning everything I've learned.
Fates worse than Ignorance are humorous,
warm, fun.
Bum.