pyramidal, its certain form

pyramidal, its certain form

certain it is a form    wittgenstein or anyone

can think of a stag in their mind

but not be able to shoot that stag

and where is all that everlovin antimatter

that matter supposedly co-creates?

at the end of the dream, the poem

at the end of everything    what else, the end    sighs sor juana

the doors have an 11-minute song called ‘the end’

which feels serious when you are 11 and stupid

six or eight months later    nor did I offer up my own dream

which was a meadow in my cup    meadowtation ha ha ha

the ship kissed the sands of galenic shores at the buttressed

end of my dream where spectacles do not fear to interpose

long fallen out of  the mouth of vishnu    so long gabriel so long usen

now the instrument of my reflection no longer necessary since

the inside is the out    and I’ve jiggered the mechanism

such that my jacket’s always dry & clean & my

cock is hard only when I want    no more embarrassing

sublunarities    and my cunt is wet just as my lover thinks

of fucking it    cities appear    golden to my gaze    a figure

empyreal    arises in shadow    long for this world    aching on the

threshold of my upturned arse and my one

ways and means, lilified cloak enmaned

w/ tresses, baldly dignified, the cloak was

regal it did not speak, yet diogenes leapt on it, yet the trumpets

pointed one direction    entrained to a kind of roseate beam

the same pink beam philip k. dick saw

emanating from the fish necklace around the neck of

that delivery girl he saw in his doorway after he’d

had his wisdom teeth removed

that same beam that triangulated

w/ arcturus, aka alpha boötis, to flash up and

hit it smack in the third eye till it and we and we are bent sobbing,

having given up our library, having died of the

plague and worse, having vowed never again to write w/ pen and ink

having inscribed yo la peor, I the worst, in blood

on the back of a dirty pamphlet, but oh what

unmiserable mind is this    no me miserum    noli me tangere

nothing miserable    nothing touches me