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.

[Mark A Becker]

...I'm a universe of dying suns...
a lowercase God in a world of nonsense 
                                that I can understand.       

Interesting that you say lowercase God, yet use the capital 'G'

[rowens]

And in the last four lines of the poem, I shatter the syntax very subtly.
A similar trick I pulled in my Enid poem, where I had the rhythm going so fast and the word choice so smooth in one or two of the stanzas that it passes by and is only caught subconsciously like dream logic.

Whether the dream logic meaning affects other readers the same way it does me is another question. Though I was awake and perfectly sober and aware of the license I was taking at the time.