from P.E.A.C.E.

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I Died Laughing  

It can enter 
through the eyes 
vibrations 
from a thin gold chain 
looped around a neck
If I was the light
I would have kept crying 
like Leave me here, in this field, weeping
I was the light emerging 
I could feel it through my panties 
into the eye of my pussy 
crying from the sensation 
of being emptied
Two years into World War II 
Mount Vesuvius erupted
Six months earlier
a popular uprising in Naples
Neighbors raided the artillery
freed their people 
who were to be sent to death camps
Derek said, how wonderful those times
Derek told his story of dying
Derek told the story of unbuttoning a man’s pants
Men are always describing 
the heat of other men
Dance music played over the blue screen 
like being in a room full of paintings of crashing waves
and being moved by the idea 
of waves crashing
The inner experience 
The inside of the experience
I’m sorry but this is how I am
Is the microphone on
I don’t really know where I am
but I think I’m being punished
It’s not inconsequential
this terrain
Hamlet sees the ghost of his father
I see something else
I want to be lowered into a well
understand history
Chariot, you have to be in the world today
not supine in a field 
fucking
in the club
your fingers
over mine
The blood goes in
the blood goes out
that’s what gives it the color
This is what the hand
that traveled through 
your tunnel said to me
You are a very sad person
You had been crying
You’ve seen too much
though also not enough
Sick of your country
your country made you sick
There’s no more money
The club burned down
Death can’t come soon enough
You’re giving Ark of the Covenant 
The tarot deck told me
you were traveling across the sea
to a great city of finance
You try hard to survive
I’d have to put my hand
back in you to know
if you did   survive
When it’s there 
I’d have her say to you
Moisturize your spirit
Tilt the mirror up
Jerk the handle
Ben said Christmas is really sad
considering the outcome 
of the life of Baby Jesus
I cry all December
at the light-up angels blowing 
their light-up trumpets
When everything else has lost meaning 
God, dimly perceived as love in human form
is all the meaning, eternal meaning 
that we need
I couldn’t see anything
from the inside of your hair
The fountain broke
then you let it down
It takes so long, my Lord

Angel Writes Back

I had everything 
I wanted
Mouth moving 
from nipple 
to nipple to
nipple to 
nipple
Your flesh was crucified on the body of the planet 
Deep in the cellar something drips, hour by hour 
held in the purple light, atoms from your
memory on all fours with a cock in your mouth 
There’s no such thing as an innocent landscape 
What happened underneath the tree stays 
between you and I 
I’d feel safe 
knowing
you hold 
all of the weapons
Slip your hand in
pull the sword
from the lake