the wicked are estranged from the womb:
they go astray as soon as they be born, speaking lies.
their poison is like the poison of a serpent:
they are like the deaf adder that stoppeth her ear;
which will not hearken to the voice of charmers,
charming never so wisely.
Break their teeth, o god,
in their mouth. … o lord….
the righteous shall rejoice
when he seeth the vengeance:
he shall wash his feet
in the blood of the wicked.
so that a man shall say, verily there is
a reward for the righteous:
verily he is a god
that judgeth in the earth.
– Psalm 58
They call me Mr Pitiful
Baby, that’s my name.
They call me Mr Pitiful
That’s how I got my fame
– Otis Redding
Maryland is for lovers
– Bumper sticker, I-95, 2002
1 – 2,666
She said “my husband can’t make me
come, yet claims my womb as his. He is so confident
in his ownership, he’s forgotten where it is.
I said “I recall it clearly, its shape
its scent, its myth. I recall the power of its song,
and the voice it sang it with.”
2,667 – 4,115
(One night I dreamed she lay there
sleeping beside me. The next night I dreamed I
was fucking an amputee
Now, I myself know nothing much
about psychology but I think my
dreams say more about her than they do about me…..)
4,116 – 5,007
I said “do you recall how we men shake and bawl
the first, and bargain for a second? Isn’t it a mysterious thing, this thing we weighed and reckoned?
She said “Darling Seb, you puny man, you know that
I would never hurt you. But please don’t ever pretend
that your single talent equates to virtue.
5,008 – 7,124
So she called to see her guru, she lay prostrated
at his feet. He stroked her hair and told her “think
of god, child, the name of god is sweet”
“Oh Guru! “ she laughed, “I have questions which no
moral god can answer. I need someone to shake this ghost in me like some savage necromancer!”
7,125 – 9999
he asked “how many ghosts are there wailing within you? All crowding to cut through your psyche like knives
how many petite deaths ? How many squirming lives?
Oh, guru, there are 10000 ghosts, 10000 species of terrifying orgasm 10000 thrilling mountain tops
10000 eternal, bottomless chasms….
One day the wind was hot
and blowing from the south. Got my mind to thinking
‘bout you gorgeous Georgia mouth
And how I’d like to kiss it hard,
if you would just allow it and how I, of course,
could never stand for reaping what I soweth.