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Homocaust Vagabond
step into this body of peace
an isle of exile addicted to violence
do not relinquish Homocaust consciousness
but do assuage me in this fag divination
a pilgrim defined in this cage
of a Homocaust pogrom
un blessing’d by the non gods in this cosmological bag
defenselessly against my poetic vertigo
and babel on route to a new communal order of equals
for un queer steps no longer labor
in poetics’ sacred network
word martyrs at the escritoire
allay poetry steps assembled in the margins
unamalgamated contemptuous contagions
pilgrim’d in each pink step
for pilgrimage is not in one place
it is an invitation to errant steps
tender’d performances
in this odor of vagabonds
alien strangers gather as pilgrims
on these lands of banishment
this rainbow harpy’s steps
keeping my charities of perversity
vulnerable to my vestment
this process of mine
die endlosung der judanfrage
as my faggotry performed obscurity
amazes the ripening pods
that bang buoyant
carrying the seed spit
considerable distances
to my expulsion
of steps written
on this paper
tiger’s moral geography
intersecting morality’s space
and powers
within both human and nonhuman ahimsa’s
comingling the material
of symbolic dimensions
Homocaust Terminus Register
Homocaust’s unfolding gravel dunes
at war
in constant flux
attaining consistency
in porous boundaries
defining disparities
aimed to arbitrate political thinking
nuanced towards shaded difference
this terminus register
of cantor articulation song ruminates
on a history of my persecution
wars and sexuality
exploring the line of conflict between
historic tragic brutality and the poetic act
for poetry does not come out looking good
an inadequate act
following atrocities
for how to go on living
after Holocaust
but in these Homocaust writings
as steps towards clarity
skipping with the reaper
scribes poesy
and can these poetic screams after horror
transcend mass extermination
for the purpose of my healing
or stepping into purpose of a cure’d world
meditating in phrontistery steps
questioning poetry’s job
Homocaust Avalanche Pedestal
I am an islet in Europe
or maybe in a sacred cow
while envisioning flying peacocks
with galloping antelope
and drum charging oxen
while lifting the drum
at the avalanche pedestal
in the shadow of the Beats
pilgrimaging India’s Samsara’s
and if writers are whores
I am a rhythmic complication
I am suburbia’s Walt Whitman optimist
claiming the world I want to enter
a stranger to myself
as a liquescent sift
greased on counterfeit disposition
for I am not a clock
but intricate hopscotch
even if this queer sits at a blank page
it doesn’t mean words suit this cosmogony
poems inhabited by spirits’ ash heaps
and colorful word victims
more present than the living word
witnesses
are ugly whores
I teach
that dispute history
in the inadequacies
of this world
am I a citadel
liberated through
the James Baldwin house
my own narrative
the drink of nightmares facing east west
creating language illusions
a map plowing divergent semantic turfs
words step
in symptomatic interchanges
a valediction to understanding
that soaks the creeping figs
that resemble vaginas
or is it kidneys
a goliath whose breakers
are steps
in this labyrinth
even the freeway has memory
under poetry’s frowns
where the kilometers end
and there is a study of schedules
in my torn jeans
the land under my step
forever seem queer
underneath my suburban rainbow heels
Homocaust Pilgrim Itinerarium
I never wanted a home
nor a Lotus Sutra
I am not a lotus eater
I’m a rapture of rainbow assassins
the loss of formalism
I am a complex ask of fantast’s accretion
floating in language soundfacts
a home is a place to hang history
a privilege that is created
by language illusions
I am a pilgrim palmated and spread
an intourist in the Derrida rings
where Orpheus sings no more he writes
yes let's celebrate the contributions
of brutal genocidal landgrabs
and chewing Earth’s cartilage’s poetic possessions
of non myopic terrains where adjectives are foreigners
and poetic biology hangs from the gallows
of this writing table
pneuma’s nimbus is where I concoct the protocols of clarity
and whose interests I serve
and who’s wounded at which table I write
and where no dogma lives loudly
for this is not a complaint
it’s a poem
for it is at the womb
where the rape started at my birth
the sacred geography defornicated
I am god’s gunt
I am a burnt stick pilgrim wounded at which table I write
with Jews in the Danube
a witness to the debris of mourning faggotry
deploying bouquets of mirrors as witnesses
shown in exhausted eye bags like restocked greedy testicles
embuggerance me and return me to the dung
like a dog to vomit
a battle ground of intestines
exhausting this burning stick a rainbow refugee
of rainbow assassin fumigators
god’s gunt gash reject in a Georges Bataille compost
Lazurustingly adrift in the Jain burial sky
surviving on Parle G crackers and oranges with seeds
walking with peacocks’ monkeys leaping with gazelles
and Audre Lorde excrement’s democracies
defining this wood stick faggot
incensed
can we raise a sun soaked yam possibilities
atavistics’ pilgrim crisscrossed vertiginously
at disillusioned borders
uprooting occupied worldless wordless soilless vagabonds
and delinquent tramps misprision me unnatural
in inertia’s secrecy weave gambles
and texture me the weave to entwine me no margins
poetics necessity to mitigate suffering
for poetry is not innocent
it is guilty
a confederacy
and should admit itself so
this poesy is nothing more than a reaction
a prerequisite for denial mitigating my suffering
turbulent poetics’ itinerarium
a coexistence of multiple others
gold bar azeotropes’ roaches in the mad state
refracted in a poetic realm hemorrhaging me
and oystering me onto the open road
and if you can make up religion
I can make up poems
conquesting heredities’ intolerant atrocities
clotting thought that refuses my mot juste
unfurling shock into the marginal sassafras’ den
of this Lucretia
heretic lesions landed on my ulcers as a uranist
lagoon’d of my symbolic freight
fitting my Homocaust sound suit
isolated and incensed in my poetic cum
where I am an exhausted burnt stick queer pilgrim faggot performing collected traumas
hanging from the baked oven gallows
of my errant poesy
Homocaust: The Fag Gatherer
Sati pyre phakelos yomiagne yells
in all the light we cannot see
gather thee faggots and up wing’d achene’s unsolfege’d
fire bush exiled in stuprum’s botany at birth’s dirge
I face the faggots I gathered numb as angels’ rejection deployed
a blue print here for a disintegrates’ coffin box
poetics’ hegemonic refusal resignifiable
Allen Ginsberg up in flames
tie written poesy fag’d pages onto my body and corpse me poetic up in flames into Ronald Reagan death pits
where James Baldwin is Martin Luther Queen’s comic eunuch
and where Walt Whitman and James Baldwin marry
testicles in hand
gray birch colonize disturbingly harsh
and abundantly abandoned in confused far inferior interior spaces
and not rendered more attractive but decaying quickly as fuelwood
aged dull and chalky white in my terminal rhetorics
scarecrow Mathew Shepard’s wild red cherry sati post
his sweet anus was loved and was divine
burned hallowed and abandoned on Stonewall’d lands
with his pale breathing a peculiar odor as he chokes on smoke
and had choked on dicks
a Homocaust exhausting a burning stick
terminal and arrayed on fence posts
a slumped scarecrow banquet for turkey vultures
picking his ripe fruit
my rectum a paper tiger of sweet honey locust and Ganesha
a hardy and scattered traveler
a reader removed of obstacles
I am fagwood knotty kindled character
seeing a Jain sky burial vulture cloud in Gwalior
sugar maple burn sweet cum syrup
of samaras’ samsara
striped thriving in the blaze blazes subcanopy
spreading like wildfire cliché with a dense understory
the metanarrative distinguished as large goose step stomps
repeopled invasively interlacingly spiraling
as I choke on its islands of infestation
groomed for the gasses
as ravines of disparities
dense foliage unravels into faggot fuelwood
clefts between lobes
are shallow sharp angled arcane cleft’d in the brims
of serrated sensibility and possibilities are extinguished
as a necromancer and occultist’s
carbon dioxide water vapor oxygen nitrogen
wing’d achene smoke clusters
on long stalks ripening in May
or early June as seeds diverge
under the fire angels
and maenads with bite teeth in the Stonewall’s shade
embrace from the upper limbs of rainbow’s Reich
deeply cut clefts between coarse tooth’d lobes
a rank odor from crushed twig wing’d fruit
an angel in America
up in flames
a blueprint for burning faggots
time for poetics
as flints tool kit for heretics
