The Faun

Lost again
in the pillow of your thighs
found and fed
your blood and flesh become
a beggar's wine and bread
Lost in the cadence of your breasts
your skirt
my lust
and your whirlpooled decadence

Your godiva fingertips
and blood red nails
my stupid manlyhood
and drunk debaucheries
I'm anything but numb
a prisoner of your lips 
like an army of ants
bitting me in little pieces 
carried in mortuary caravan
to the cemetery of my soul
my grave
my via crucis
my heaven

I sin like a wild horse
running free in the open prairie
like a dolphin diving
to the deepest darkest oceans of you
lonely bat, stranded in the desert 
I drown on the blood your neck offers
I resuscitate
I fall orphan to fate
I become enslaved
and the bull becomes Minotaur
as your legs become labyrinth
with a pen instead of a flute
and a poem instead of a song
lost in feminine famine 
I am the faun.

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Compass

Have you seen yourself in a mirror
lately?
not hurriedly
running after yet one more penny
not impatiently
covering the wrinkles of your car crash ego
and accident prone self-esteem
I mean patiently
sitting down, staring in the mirror
staring at yourself
until it starts to talk.


Have you ridden the train to Real
and walked to Wirikuta?
Have you tasted the bare feet of the morgue?
the death dirt taste of the peyote
cold and watery, making you vomit
opening your eyes to it all


Have you tasted the bitter sweet dew of the morning
in the honey soaked mushroom
blackened with psilocybin
and seen the World in full color
to feel the Earth breathe?


Did you see them dancing in circles?
did you clap your hands in the Ciranda?
and did you see her body shaking
completely possessed?
You didn't?
You've never crossed that parallel
you've never seen an abnormality
or experienced, first hand
an alternate reality.


But you read it in a book
and you come to tell me about it
the broken telephone story
the moral and the right and wrong
stupidity without inquisition
repetitiveness without reason
everyone is doing it
while I've tasted the bitter earth
and seen stars shift