The Long Trance Spring

Hypnotist(s) at a group cabaret
demonstrated the pretty woman was an udder
at an In Individual Pay-Per-View
using virtual technologies and a satellite
during The Long Trance Spring of 2009
extending unaddressed to the past 10 years
and into a new December, the Clear Christmas Season
with a debased slavery context unlawful
unconstitutional
the hypnotist didn't know she is a cobra standing
at American eye level
in God's just universe

My Swallow Soul

It was a killing of the swallows

birds and squirrels observed

blood in the barn

the terrible rape of my soul

the tenderness

I breathed from just about every pore

He wrapped my head

in saran wrap

swaddling cloth

and lay me down

with sleight of hand

Feigning innocence

he deceived me

when I was the child not he

He disturbed their nest

I was covered with bees

not stung only by omission,

I prayed to nature's cathedral

the queen flew away

though the stranger ruthlessly stole

Swallow whole my swallow soul

Swallow whole my swallow soul!

Searching for divine mercy

denied

he wore a totem mask

and raged

as he ­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­tried to take my place

I couldn't breathe

in the crushing iron lung of

his monstrous, heinous arms

He mopped the floor

with my lengthy hair

covering it with forgotten dust

I polished his shoes and

I held my childish knees

weeping and submitting

maggots and alcohol were on his breath

his eyes had no light

like the binding of Isaac

I was his sacrifice

in the terrifying corrupt darkness

I would just as soon have justice!

not the ignominy of a desert death

dry turtle's backs and iguana visions

remnants of Saguaro legions

lacerating lesions of worry

I had left behind

crumpled

in my school girl coat pockets

as I walked alone another day

Swallow entire my swallow soul!

Swallow entire my swallow soul!

Flow whole my soul!

Flow entire!

Blow

Whole

My

Lazarus

Soul!