Monster

This is a poem from 2002. It was a very colurful year amongst many such years. Hindsight - does that mean looking at the deer's tail? The monster in question here is my libido I supose, or the hidden clockwork mechanism that drives one.

Transcript

Monster (forbidden series)

Teeth are sinking in, through flesh to bone 

the pain colourless, like a word. 

This monster has me now by the back 

of my neck, one paw upon my shoulder 

bearing down its weight its body of 

most gorgeous desire and with a movement 

so subtle to leave me breathless, 

lifts me from the ground. 

Lights and thoughts fly across my vision 

like wings, carrying my mind away to 

some mountain top - Sinbad borne 

aloft to the nest of the Rock - 

a refuge most perilous, most dangerous. 

Like the sailor I must bind myself to the 

legs of the beast with my own hair - 

cross the oceans of emotion beneath 

love's guardian - oh terrifying apparition - 

and in a distant place, another time, 

unbind my chest from its harness - 

fall into the seas of, the rivers of, 

my destiny. 

Teeth are meeting, biting through, 

tearing away a piece of my body 

that will never repair, repeat - 

come this way once, live only once. 

Looking up - into its eyes I see a tear 

Fall and splash upon my feet - the 

fires of compassion incandescent in each 

pupil change from red to green to 

brown and shades like memory - 

reflections of my own body glisten upon 

the moisture, the opalescent glaze of 

an iris so impenetrable, so far away. 

Blood flows from my wounds into the 

ground, my head grows unclear, 

my departure now due 

from platform thirteen - trece; 

bells ring, baggage is loaded - 

there is no way back from here, 

we travel this way once - 

I'll see you there because here is 

already gone - sliding past the windows, 

blending into history - I'll see you there, 

tied to the legs of a legend - I'll see you there: 

swimming in future waters.