The Elements

You must do battle with Eros       I am more worried about space, pressed for details collapsed in chaos with my sword holding up the sky the girl said. They cared not for love lying ever that they loved But I your leader wounded in gender and bleeding for Eros fought it away from my true beginning as now. Always climbing that hill in several ways. One goes past the Baptist Church and through the ugly trees, houses I only visualize in dreams you have no right to pursue me to my origins man as bipolar as the one candidate, forgettable as the other. We once lived in a postwar barracks blue heated by a black stove of assumptions Eros a youth admits no equal; Aphrodite the slut; Chaos is whom I admire that keeps forgetting love in favor of this terrible mixity I am for example ... these poems. Out of the pre-beginning a different beauty. They want you to confess something like in church, that a man will save you. But I am your leader savior and poet I am your general out of the desert thee most ardent void precursor of love Eros approaches again not the man but quality sculpted genitals arush with the words of unreason: I will never die. Which I is I if I can remain chaotic I’ll tell you who you are that you’ve never anticipated, but know the only one. Without a thing. To be is not to have; nor to belong; nor to have been born. You are not the child of earth. Beauty still thy name.