HEILIGE DWAZEN
HOLY FOOLS EMBODIED
| in spring I did not sleep for forty nights | nor did I change my underwear | and the grass-stalks along my arduous path | sang that it was good | for they witnessed my fasting | surviving on spiritual beer | I became Christs ; a whole bunch of them | we flogged each other | in our ferocious dance | spinning like dogs behind our tails | and none of us changed his underwear |
| in spring I did not sleep for forty nights | nor did I change my underwear | and the grass-stalks along my arduous path | sang that it was good | for they witnessed my fasting | surviving on spiritual beer | I became Christs ; a whole bunch of them | we flogged each other | in our ferocious dance | spinning like dogs behind our tails | and none of us changed his underwear |
THE KISS ON THE ANUS
| a kiss soft like moonlight | on a volcano crater | unleashed hellfire into my face | scorching my beard and eyeballs | merging time, space and matter | there was only the smell of Uranus | there I held the world in a grain of sand | like the masturbating fish | I abandoned all hope |
| a kiss soft like moonlight | on a volcano crater | unleashed hellfire into my face | scorching my beard and eyeballs | merging time, space and matter | there was only the smell of Uranus | there I held the world in a grain of sand | like the masturbating fish | I abandoned all hope |
AT THE BASE OF THEIR
TAIL
| my ship stranded on a rock | colonised by sticky beings | with unsound perception | I stood and stared into the rat’s eye | malingering gleam | betraying the organ ‘Kundabuffer’ | I severed the tail | and ingested the poisonous tentacle | it tasted not of home | I dined on my loved ones | my smell was not my own |
| my ship stranded on a rock | colonised by sticky beings | with unsound perception | I stood and stared into the rat’s eye | malingering gleam | betraying the organ ‘Kundabuffer’ | I severed the tail | and ingested the poisonous tentacle | it tasted not of home | I dined on my loved ones | my smell was not my own |
THOUGH CHAINED
| I have already seen the Black Prophecies | about the earthly demon’s trap | and all its illusions | brothers, let us break the chains | and pee liberally on those | who point their pigeon beaks | within safe range of the flock | dancing bears, be unleashed | upon your ruthless spectators | be fee, radicals | to destroy my structures | I have already eaten the desert sand |
| I have already seen the Black Prophecies | about the earthly demon’s trap | and all its illusions | brothers, let us break the chains | and pee liberally on those | who point their pigeon beaks | within safe range of the flock | dancing bears, be unleashed | upon your ruthless spectators | be fee, radicals | to destroy my structures | I have already eaten the desert sand |
WE SLYLY
SUCKED STOLEN BREAD
| we had no need for teeth or wits | we lost both while eating bananas | and wearing furry hats | luxuries we solemnly rejected | in favour of hard pilgrim life | and public masturbation |we had no need for bathwater | our aura repelled the undead | and perturbed the diplomat monkeys | who jumped and whined | but had to applaud our stealing |
| we had no need for teeth or wits | we lost both while eating bananas | and wearing furry hats | luxuries we solemnly rejected | in favour of hard pilgrim life | and public masturbation |we had no need for bathwater | our aura repelled the undead | and perturbed the diplomat monkeys | who jumped and whined | but had to applaud our stealing |
ON ANEMONE
METEORITES
| after mashing our provisions | we loaded them | onto our longtime sunken ships | thus we left the busy rock | taking some sticky beings | as food for our pets | who guarded our anemone meteorites | kilpreno’s away | in Canis Major | home of so many me’s | so many crippled masters |
| after mashing our provisions | we loaded them | onto our longtime sunken ships | thus we left the busy rock | taking some sticky beings | as food for our pets | who guarded our anemone meteorites | kilpreno’s away | in Canis Major | home of so many me’s | so many crippled masters |
