back to Macedonia
Although your body will never get there as it is. Your mind will burn into the subtil air around you. Those transparent particles of left-over-self. The day dream ended.
Calamity forsaking the foreskin. Stupid eyes blurred into oblivion.
I was a god but dead to the soul. I made myself a brand new fleshy haubert, resembling the human disaster of incarcerated being. I despised sweetness and green things. My wrath was my Mother’s womb.
Beauty had kissed my fore front, my eyes like amethyst glistened in the darkest corners of society’s narrowest hallways. Aristotle was the pedestal on which I sodomized my young buddies.
I was ram horned. Defiant. A plague to the peaceful shepherd. Where I went, desolation followed. All was truly vain, unruly: filled with trumpets & dead lilies. I crushed roses with my blood stained sandals. I made men and women die on my pretentious behalf. I slaughtered children in their beds at night. I separated Gog and Magog. I was a poisoned king. My heart was but strife filled to the brim of weeping tears.
Bored with all things peaceful. I disdained women, and only the little boys mattered for me in my bedclothes. Wine and supper.
See how now, I’m so revered. My archetypal shape lives on through each & every cyclical catastrophe. I am a builder of cemeteries. Of humus. I feed the chthonic deities!
Wherefore your God of pity. Wherefore, honor and bravery, no fear of Death. Cowards all of you.
I weathered the hills in Hindustan with my oily sweat. I disdained holiness. My soldiers kissed my ass. War was bliss. I was a democratic republican.
Then one day, Roxanne said, « I’ve had enough »! She took the grail, then made me sip.
I disappeared.
But soon enough I’ll come no more. My shape will not endure.
No more children to slaughter. No more ephemeral world to feed with ideological phantasias. No more rape and drinking of rh negative. Or positive! No more babies in the bin.
There and then my shape of hatred will stop and put an end to eternally returning.
Even the little boy in the inexistant flower shall have gone.