To sublimate, to vaporize, to abandon

Νά απόψε που βγήκε το τέταρτο ποίημα της σειράς.   Επίντωσα 3 μικρά ποιήματα τζιαι έπλασα το όσον έθελεν.  Στο σύνολο θα είναι πέντε τελικά αλλά θα μεγαλώνουν ώσπου πάσην.   Το I, II, III, εν πιό κάτω.....

Δέν ήθελε να βγεί αλλά έφαα καλαμάρι τηγανιτό σε ταβέρνα της Μικρής Ιταλίας, με κύριο πιάτο μαύρη πάστα μελανιού με σκόρδο + σουπιές, ελαιόλαδο, και ένα μπουκάλι pinot grigio.Κατάνυξη, ήταν να κλάψω επήρεν με στην Κύπρο για κάποιο λόγο. Εμίλησεν μου το καλαμάρι!

Εϊβα, τζιαι απου καταλάβει.....

IV

(Scene:  A cloudless ceiling.    A table full of lost things recovered.  A chorus of mourning Furies.  On a hermaphrodite deathbed he breathes  out this long folded secret:    "twas never yours, my love, this dreadful thing, this thing black was hers and only hers ")

I know this  at last:

I

swallowed

breathed

drank   

her  

bitterthing.

It was Hers

Not mine    

her  devil motherbird tumor was not mine

       her   love 

unconditionally sharp taloned   

winged, beaked

tentacled

alone-as-hershadowthing

black  sun

unswallowable

was not mine.

And it left me, like the War leaves you.

But before it left

It cooed and curled inside a pretty wind-pouched  aeolian gift

tied up with pretty yellow string    and

called out from beneath my frail walls of troy

"Eat me!"  "Breathe  me my love"

howled  desperate sweet things  at my  enamel foothill mouth  tooth summits 

like an acid rainstorm disguised as a  Pity

disguised as a 

'rarified like loneliness'

i let it in  

it burst a secret door 

it bloomed many claws and mouths it

chewed  the string and 

down from the  heavens it

hammered its corrosive manna  through the

rock beds 

                             scissored 

across the 

settled canyon lungs and 

burst the inhabited wombs  and cervixes   

flooded the  stomach valleys

clipped  the trunks off  the lemon trees  (gone was this only memory of my Home)

drowned the umbilicals 

the flailing arms 

landslided

updrafted

convected   

traversed  Up and across

the 'mother-of-pearl' cloud deserts

monsoon columns

Up the

 red throat tornado funnels    

   Up the

exosphere brain strata     

          sat there a hundred years like the giant disapproving eye of a saturn storm

  

     billowing its red archers through craters 

     deep  as anger

  steep  as fear

I said its Name

And then it vaporized and left me.