Decry The Fetish Of Normality, After Reading Sonnet Of The A*shole By Paul Verlaine & Artur Rimbaud Poem by Warren Falcon

'its musky trough,
its tear-filled nest'
Artur, Paul, ravenous

I clumsily preen eyebrows
mistake an eye for a mouth
a tongue for a*s-lips an
armpit for ear or neck a
navel some other pit of

consequence

feral segue to further reaches spit
indelicately dislodge insistent hairs
the brow the lash the body prolific
flesh acres cell by fur cell straight
ones & curl spit spit unfurl a deluge
saliva godiva diving in upon on around
a blackness most purple indelicate
yet damp tender too to touch

unmistakable

as a shade a sheathed blade a
bruise complication both comedic
& deadly where shall then my lover
hide as well my lovers how distract
that other negritude that greedily
feeds & is fed

upon

If there is a back (if I had one) would I lie
back with yellowed claws pale scratch a
hole the sky crack hide desire's body there
love's poor inevitable choices decry the

fetish

of normality when all anything anywhere
wants to do is go undercover preen-preen
undergo indigo scream-scream (as lovers,
swollen do as body wanderers do) are want
wantonly to play become all

feathers

one eye looking this way that the other
bent over a fixed in

skyhole

a

search

breath lurch lunge
all the live long rife song

edging the egg
sag the tail end the

whole flight pattern
migration all night

thrusts rumored
whispers traced

at least two million
years plus whiskers

cyphers filaments
tufts cruciform

downy cuni-nundrum

cross-eyed
cross hairs

there aim
up and in
there deep

in the out
drawing

breaths

unraveling
above the
sheets the

bellows echoed
at last out to
sleepy nothing


only butts'

contrails

in an

ashtray