Friday, April 15, 2016

A Poem for Joe Pulverday 2016



Oh Great P'uul-yverre
there is no hope for you
once you've seen the Medusa
there is no hope for you
the Medusa of language pullulating with alien life
you can change your name
(there still is no hope for you!)
you can change your country
(there is still no hope for you!)
Medusa can satisfy only once
and you are a Medusa-addict
a Medusa-head
your own temples wreathed in hypnotic constrictors
there is no hope for you
snorting pulverdust off one of her casual
come-hither keep-thither glances
stoned on Medusa
only your addiction has hope
and once you're fixed you stand fixed
center stanza of a stone uniVERSE
that blooms black Spring
a metal and stone Spring
stoneheavy leaden ponderous as a voorish dome in deep dendo
only your addiction has hope
that perches on the bust of Medusa atop your chamber door and says NEVERENOUGH
there is no hope for the one who can only want always more,
-- when your eyes met
that's when she said
-- always more --