Ken Fox: Autoeroticapocalypticum
Paperback: 38 pp
Autoeroticapocalypticum
A RED TORPEDO pushes
against the hull of a titanic vessel exerting counter-pressure
to the big boat’s global vibrato,
red torpedo, born of a ship
like this, which lives eternal
in its on-board memory,
is returning home, explosively
it wants the ship to be
a missile too, it wants
to destroy but lacks
actual detonation.
I WANT to be born again
in the crust of a damp planet
tossing dreamish in a saturated
biomass & the soil is teeming
& everything wildly shooting up
& surfing & the air is thick
with hot magic & the sky
is streaked with careless colour
& the ground is crowded
with hungry animals & everything
is bursting & all thot hardens
into a stone monument
then dissolves into the eager
gulping, communal ground
did you wake, caked
in half-baked spoo?
Did the devils do
their night strips
all over you?
Devils did you
their spawn is in you.
& did you
give birth
to gods?
In the movie
you screamed
when the human
gave birth
to a demon,
& it was us, all the crimes of humanity, they are a part of us, they swim in us & we give birth to demons nitely.
& always the spillage
gets in us everyday
with wastewater
we get
changed,
Walk with me among the onions & black waters & the generations of beetles & spiders & worms, crawl with me, in the spillage, always,
Spend freely, send
love, sprinkle freely
in the dampened ground
Allegorical communion
scrap-plug dysfunction
plopitude incraption
illislips dillemption
aroinking swells elashious
palabial reforcement
cemented sediment
excrement befundament
abundament, defrillament, accretion
of historical crusts, laminar
in-crust, out-crust, solar
build-up, scalar calculous
vector cumulous, scripted
innocuum, a flock
of bedevilled immaculum
the vaticum, shadow
of a vaccuous vanitarium
the ruckus, an insect-riddled
insychium, the bedevilled
ingenuum, an engenius
enginatorium, the flashile
penetratuum slymnasium
bug-battered penestrasium
elongating the scarred crust
tornado-plugs inching ever
inward, your song
about them
endless,
How your lungs
long, how your song
longs to escape your
lungs, so long so full
so full of song
Long fingers, long, long
longing fingers long
to lock with fingers
long to walk with fingers
long to reach faraway
places, fingers, long,
long, longing,
Lips, how they long
to spill, long to dribble
long to drool, long
to press & pull this piece
together, spilling
long, long thru
the night, the lips
they long,
Arms long, hair
longs, everywhere
everything living
longs, the nights
are long, the songs
long, longer,
longing to be
born again
to be
long