The Monster Who Ate a Star

[rowens]

The Monster Who Ate a Star

If I'm a microcosm of the macrocosm, then I'm a universe of dying suns and feral dogs and void-stringing
                                                                                                                  blackholes;
a lowercase God in a world of nonsense 
                                that I can understand.       


Lizard King is the eyes
on the back
of the mind,
native alien,

horned as the past
burning on a cross
of a nirvanic circle.

No longer wrestling with the blurry ape,
atomic reptilian scales 
   fall and break onto the floor
of the ocean: full reflection of the lunar badge.

Their eyes gripped, with toxic fluid, to the King that razed the land,
                        in dark-conducted rays,
like lightning from top down

turned my spirit into an egg.
Like the Twin Lovers, I shatter from coccyx to teeth
     and then to skull in silence

that last hair on the lizard's head 
raises his eyeballs to the heart complex of man.