bacon stake couple three
belly swell bile and thrust
theoretically, a hairstyling salon
Christmas, 1937
What shall the feast be called this year
That a long merry holy name had
But now comes nameless to its time?
'Jesus is born!' Undated moment
To close the vanished year, uncounted,
Of those who live in denial of death.
Then, having lived because not died,
They say, (next year), 'Christ died but did not!'
Then, Christmas: Jesus succeeds Jehovah.
Until the Christian art, that changed
The eternal Semite frown
Into a coloured yearly smile,
Cannot but paint the looming voice
Under the smile, behind the frown:
There hangs the word for this year's birth-feast.
We read what seemed too terrible for sound,
Year upon year, in seeming endless
Thund'rous unrelenting death - 'THE END!'
But soft the word: shaped on sealed lips
For utterance on our many own
According to the smile each can
When death has killed the corpse of time -
Even to the Merry Christmas grin
That gave the Happy New Year ghost.
How shall the feast be called?
Who dare be after Jesus now
And meet Jehovah's honest face
As the dark substance of their own,
By whose forbidding look to form
The permitted smiles of transgression?
Who dare no more to rise now,
From heaven's ages to float down
With feet of Jew, folding the Cross
Into a compact miracle -
Outstretching souls returning
For birth at last, the escaped END?
Jehovah was continent to madness;
Christ's father, loving to foolishness.
But the same man were they, by Jesus.
And one the Woman and the Virgin -
Who in immaculate parturition
Bestowed a natal death at birth
On whom the Woman could not smile on
As names of peace between Herself
And that suspicious Angry Man.
The original smile is Hers -
Which, smiled in slow discretion,
He took for frowning: and so frowned.
These things are not yet tellable
In the tone of long-ago I would wish:
Christmas again counfounds my mouth.
I speak as if in recent knowledge.
Perhaps that is right: the tale is young,
Though the matter old. Christmas still!
Less merry, but Jesus still the cause:
He was born - signing his name
To a tale by us to be written.
Less deathly; as the signature becomes
Our own, and crucifying hazard
Foreshortens to the death-trimmed END.
Christmas
dirty Christmas
which Origen
and Clement
both showed up
for the junk it
is - as though,
sd, O, he was a
mere Pharaoh. Or,
says Clement, do
we have here some
child baptism to
go gew-gaw over?
in long favorably
embroidered gown,
a boy? instead of
a man standing
in desire in the
Jordan, with green
banks on either
side, a naked man
treated by another
adult man who also
has found out that
to be as harmless
as a dove is what
a man gets as wise
as a serpent for,
the river,
of life?
Stepping on out into a Chilly wind, I
might Hesitate, twist
and salvage my Rope lacy wool cap, but who’d subdue my nose
among some gunk unsteady? I covet phony trudge lumber,
untenable treeS, heavy red who whip agreeable
gawk: indeed, an uncivil fricTion crude choice, an essay on
eggnog baloney, soMething other but fierce, nothing
like SAnta, nothing but icy brune bleat, one
romp on the rooftop with twelve Stony hard feet.
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Anyone looking for work?
So what?
Here you can serve the tourtists or go fuck yourself.
Everybody better join the
Vile service industry or move elsewhere.
Ilk of your kind will be priced out of town
Like the scum suckers you really are.
Like it or lump it,
Ed.
Of my {proper head} brows and brain
I have never a just feeling
Till the wine & I can
Toss my head up to the ceiling (Orientalist 42)
have a funny hat an angle
nut hard bark back up to the
sea driftwood unbroken
with tree piled tight
hum down batten hatchets
a serenade shoehorn for fiddle and spoons a
birdhouse one gadget for jolting the heart one tongue thrust of fire
nothing nothing to cover
twine incredulous
crop
tan
paper jacket
textured insulate and
capped with a
ramble plain pricking
complacent athwart landloper aright
the news
today as none old remainder
winter arrives wind known
endemic eye socket
any in
between shall seize
sang
the best
detective
sir z and nuncle
as any
bony
loon