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HEPHAESTUS

HEPHAESTUS

the cripple

even Hephaestus
by dint of marriage vow and
obligation

got to fuck wife Aphrodite and her
to make pretty for him

and despite her best beauty instincts
to to thunderously climax
thinking of
lover Ares, brawny beast personified,
of his depth of
possession and strength of
control

nevertheless, thrilling her husband
with, even if not for him,
sweet loving words
whispered into her ear

much despite her better must
be what I am true
sexual goddess judgement

for this time at least
willing to do ugly if not
entirely in the cause of charity,
this somewhat
adulterated by
something
difficult to differentiate between
love
that suddenly makes
an appearance from nowhere
and pleasure, that is
what it is, and, by rule of thumb
(and fingers
and everything, should never be
withheld, denied or
unreasonably contained)

YOU ME

YOU ME

you water sign
me water sign

would I could
just dissolve right
into you

first, of course,
panper you, enter you

let you
     suit me, fit me,
to a T

all night working religiously
to synchronize, synchromesh
get gears
     of love smooth
sailimg

         faultless to the touch
zero non-tolerance
spot
   and stain-free

MASS


MASS

leaving before it
all gets sweaty

leaving
before it all goes
bottom up

as if
   it were impossible
to get exactly this bad

as if things
  could get worse
than extinction level

you mumble this in your
corporate-trained best
political voices

as if
for years, millennia in fact,
you haven’t been trying
                        your best

hitting the highway away
out of town, out
of this dimension
                      before
there is no
read to speak of

all of cosmic mind thanks
to our level of care
and consideration

rolled
up, and
squished into an agglutinative mass

SIDELINED

SIDELINED

trying to sideline us
even beyond the margins

trying to close us down
crimp this space
so we can’t
say
   anything
to each other

conflating what we
have here
     what we here explore,
revise, deconstruct, analyze,
extend,

with what machine-handle
wood block slogans
you are ratcheting up
in that
      pre-industrial cogs and
wheels
machine you exaggerate
in the history
of philosophy
and psychology
that you call a brain

bringing us down
to your level

level not just flat, one
dimensional

but steamrollered until
the molecules that
bind
     hold-together
cannot give any more

SCIENCE FICTION CHRISTMAS

SCIENCE FICTION CHRISTMAS

I wish you
a Philip K Dick
science fiction
Christmas

a Nexus 6
sent to the Tannhauser
Gate
    to pick up
your present, shipped
there from
the high castle
of the Adjustment Bureau

situated in a pleasant spot
near the Martian equator

whose exact location
I cannot totally recall

but do
     remember when you
pick up
your gift, to show your
stigmata
     which we shall examine
carefully to establish
clear identify

       through a scanner,

darkly

all androids dreaming of
what Santa will bring
                  them this night

as they
electrically sleep

the paychecks and payoffs this year
none too extraordinarily great.