Election Day Poetry November 4, 2008

It is possible, in words, to speak vengeance upon linguists. The child can serve its mother as token of her own authentication. I took blowing the smoke out of my mouth the deconstruction of the history of metaphysics. Confront undesirable objects. It becomes the possibility of pleasure creating a unified system of supple notions. Poetic catharsis beheads its underage sister making us free and joyous. In the metaphor of that soft voice the presence of the mother will last longer. Gleaming and darkening and turning, in the resurrection they neither marry nor are given in marriage. Bleed into the toilet that inexorable law that takes the place of law. Your clammy, cunning appeals to ideals no longer exists, serves an arbitrary, exterminating power. The darkness surrounds us more feminine than herself. I breathe in a constantly circulating invisibility. Full of gesture and some inarticulate sounds the hospital is a pitiful construct. Revealed because of some unaccountable constraining resistence due to carnal concupiscence.

Above all, such would be the ambiguity of the speaking being. My love’s manners in bed that which he expresses, keeps himself as close as possible to his passion. Fulfill his lust for flesh, because the flesh lusts after the spirit. Into the forest again the representative is not the represented but only the representer of the represented. I love him according to the law of fishes. Writing is the origin of inequality. Through his writing he follows the delightful interlacing of this inextricable heterogeneity. The bodies fall, have fallen into the causes of their destruction. A loathing of defilement as protection against the poorly controlled power of mothers seems ever clearer as a residue of every system. A tragic fatality come to prey upon natural innocence, itself unnoticed that wetness spread. Another connection consuming the murderer and his resuscitated victim. Such a slight sound that which adds moral to physical love. The maternal body becomes inebriated for want of the ability to name an object of desire. She moves away from it - redoubles presence – makes the present pass into its outside.