Golem
2007
All Hallows Eve in pottery
tinted hair and trick or treat
I have a colorful mockery
upon your lap, a witches seat
An allegory to all lost souls
black diamond, in army coats I ablaze
I buried my clasp in rabbit holes
and forgot eloquence in a tiny maze
Golem, do this thing for me:
ask him if he is in love!
Now or never shall it be -
Im just the dreamer from above
Mould me in mnemonic mass
harassment refreshes mermaid skills
I utter my wishes in my holy mass
while extraterrestial grammar spills
Ill write you fabulous formulae
and try to speak with the sunken island
in a sweat hut, with magic chivalry
I break the ice, but must be silent:
Mythogramms on Menhir fate
I analyse the cauldrons noise
on a pentametrical heroic date
I will lose my refurbished doped poise
Golem, go and ask this thing
will he notice the ghostly deed?
Will the glass eye bear the sting
or will I drain till I no longer bleed?
Unlike big fish in the witty river
I swim and sway between naked nymphs
into the ocean of my livid liver
that is but a pulse of faked lymphs
All Nutshells Night I feel grotesque
Insomnia nags at my culinary art
I squat and scrawl under my desk
so sick of hiding my loamy heart
