five from Cosmic Bottom
a tear in our hands. a break in the sky. it’s not mars where i want to be buried. it’s here with all the jockstrap gods & daddies of the sun, cosmic bottoms who power erosion with light.
somehow i have to stay human as i bottom in the dark. in the dark room bottoming is not galactic but flight in & out of the void. a bear in his sixties exposes my skies for the community. he makes a third eye blink from my sphincter, the beam of an alien conjured birdlike.
to sit on the toilet & meditate from within & without becomes
an act of worldly love
the wriggle of a worm pushing out
all shit hinges on
how much i open up.
i only shed light for the most missionary of tops, he who unearths me
like rilke whispering
you must charge your hole.
you must give them life.
like a prayer my body broke down into the petals i believed in
& plastic i couldn’t transform
into a bird
whose tears were made of amethyst
who wanted the virus
to be violets, more violent
christened as thorns
& i reached into my hole for a pierced
horizon i could drink from
if wars were the end of poetry for a while
it took warts to end
gyrations in the sky
until i turned my subsurface inside out
with a finger & traced
a vein of coal seam on fire
an underground star.
then i could drink from my polluted hole
the whore of my heart
when we die we streak the horizon with a palette of shit.
when we die there is no one to enshrine the principle of bottoming even as demand for fertile cavities grows.
to become rosebushes, emitting shades of red.
to be the earthquake that sucks & swallows every vertical protrusion, symbolic or material but never a tree.
trees give us permission to create
a bottomless world;
invisible rings of interior life.
i shit on pink dick
a cascade like a harp
in the sky
for every century
meeting in my veins
i eat my own shit off a pink dick &
swallow the fathers to catch the government
swallow the government to catch the cops
swallow the cops to catch the borders
swallow the borders to catch the corporations
swallow the corporations to catch settlers & slave-traders
swallow settlers & slave-traders to catch their cum
that wriggles & jiggles & tickles inside of me.
in the leather harness i am
a horse who swallows &
doesn’t want to breed.
i wanna ride & die
to be bred again
a half-breed in the hole
a hole in the stampede