August 8th, 2004

Cthulhu Joyce

Grue

The darkness unfolds,
I have no light and the sweaty smell
of fear is my only companion.
Night blindness, uncaring beast of loneliness
and the twitching sensation
of being followed are in my hand.
Echo,
a step and an echo.
Clatter ,
a step and an echo.
Pipes and darkness and the steam
of my breath takes the last moment
to realize I am not alone.

"Got a light?"

If I could describe it -
I am agape with holes.
No, I have no light.
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Cthulhu Joyce

Rape

The power in my name over your name
is that of untold millions.
The labor that has gone into
each stroke, the coming
of each letter - sharp, licentious
and fleeting all - drives the sane man
into a schizoid frenzy over me.

I, abject lust, mean everything.
You, object paraphernalia,
scrape and bite and wince as I
draw myself onto paper and
Say your name.

You are no comprehension,
a phrase devoid of personality,
When I write your name,
it isn't about eroticism,
about violence, about rape.
I write your name on your arm,
over and over and over,
not heeding the writhing
and moaning and tears.
Reducing you to sobs
is about overpowering you;
You name...
it is agonized,
sexualized
tyrannized,
control.
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    My lustful mind