Against judgement
he proposed electricity
lightning
cruelty
brutal insomnia
and combat.
Against the judges
he proposed judgement –
That he judged himself
was his zenith.
The pale criminal
equal to the thing
once done
shrinks in horror
from the image of the thing . . .
always running,
one step ahead,
chasing ghosts
He is given a name, and that name is judgement
“It is you who say I am . . .”
(flash and
madness
dreams ricochet
through darkness)
I AM THE WIND THAT BLOWS ILL
I AM EVOLUTION ACCELERATED
I AM REVOLUTION
I AM THE KING OF FASHION
(the king
pronounces:)
“You dreamers, you jailers,
you cartographers, you debtors . . .
I owe you less than nothing.
Your maps mean nothing to me.
Your truth
means nothing to me.
If there are truths, they are negotiated.
If there are truths, they are earned.
Can you face
the falsity of your dreams
in the darkness of your night?
Can you be done with unicorns & Jung
& fascist bastards
who slice your body
into meek organs of reprisal
and dancing gods of debt?
Can you face me,
the surface of your nightmares,
knowing that your resolve is meaningless
because, tomorrow,
I become other?
Because yesterday,
today,
tomorrow,
I will always be other?
Can you live with me
knowing that
as surely as I can destroy myself
You can never harm me?
Can you understand
that you will never hold me?
