POEM 1

The Black Pig
I await your arrival


The first rustlings

distortions in the scrub
So that I may satisfy my in bread

desire to leap and take you by the horns
Ride, Ride your hairy mass

Gallop into that new era of time

Prophesised so soon by those neo-spectacled ones
It is a sure thing

You will carry me loyally
And for that duration I shall obey
But once we have crossed the last river


Last sensation of mingling blood
They will leave me with no other option
But to thrust my blade into your swollen neck

I'll live off your meat and bones

And cunningly whistle prayers and mantras

Deep down in some new dungeon Did you deserve to pass?

POEM 2

I can dance in the dew between your pores on a cool night
then sing like a desert minstrel to his final mound on a journey
did you ever stand on a crumbling dune and let the night sky make a mirgae for you?
a hallucination of mercury star patterns
I once rode a horse across an obsidian lake
and chipped away at the surface with its hooves
it made a sparkly powder that I breathed in and felt my body turn into colossal waves
the fossilised heavens became transparent
as the city erupted forth a shard of broken light
and you were standing on the shore
I watched your classical back
as your arms extended east and west
and your fingertips spread out to cast rays of maternal red
waiting for your lips to part
and the moist crystals of your breath
to soar at choral pirch into the creator's realm

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