The Alterpiece
The horned moon rises
A Golden Bull
Draped in black lace
The color of candlelight
That’s why knives draw me
I like to be scared
Or I enjoy respect
Something is shreaking
like an old oven pushed across the floor
The metal rubbing it’s self musically
like crickets legs
A violin or accordian
“B.B’s” latched on to calling me “Feral
but its too close to Geraldine Jerryl
Some of the many ways my name has been pronounced
They tell me that water from the center of the earth has been discovered, some plasma that’s also water, and that there’s three times more of it than what we thought there was
What has she killed again
that is making that noise?
It sounds like an illusion
Like the cool air washing over us this evening
The heat has been braining us
And even passing meteors
are lobbing great daytime fireballs
At us.
What information we once held private was
bought and sold
But leaving your phone in your bag at a party
is hippy level rebellion.
Occasionally, a blast of music from The Green Lantern, a corner block perpendicular.
The dead worms have all formed letters and I just keep seeing esses. I earlier mused, that I ought to change my name to Liv Feral. These special letters could be l and f.
It sounds 90s AF
Like two different Googoo Dolls songs
The radios of passing traffic
fold into it like
an alterpiece
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Beyond being simply fantastic and sumptuous (I love the opening image), this reminds me of being on one of those little islets amid the roiling Dix, where the plants seem alive and dead in tandem. This feels like the alchemical nigredo from which all life, all possibility arises. The opening image of the bullish moon seems to overlook the whole poem, and very immediately this really marvelous line, “That’s why knives draw me”. The weight of draw—a creative gesture, an act of alluring, and also unsheathing a blade, all meanings implied at once—makes my heart sink and my head roll back I a whirligig somersault. Really, really good. And from there, you go on not only dissecting the day, but dissecting, it seems, your very identity perchance, a prospective new one draw in the earthworms, who are so very important in creating fertile soil. Really, really layered and weighty. Not trying to assume too much here, just appreciating how much meaning seems to be packed into this thing. Love it. Thank you!