Changing sex I finish your sentence

For a moment he could fly my deer
my forest pet I think I’ll name him Icarus
or Silenus or Chiron but they’re not the right
animals he taught me animals and how to re
wild and diving headfirst into Niagara falls
or Iguazú so placidly he came into the Devil’s Throat
in front of bystanders— were they innocent?
They have done nothing— I would not know
what to say at a time like this except the same thing
I always say— Nature, fire, war, self-destruction
yadda-yadda you are becoming
bored with it but if you are
bored you’re boring—             much mountain left
                        to get through I’m digging a hole
              to China like a boy again— it’s too crowded in
the city and when I was a boy I would play with myself
            imagining soft pink world whorls— cotton
                                   scratched me and the wind was candy so
I ran to Taiwan and back naked again in thee
space of half an hour, in a recess, welcome cleft in
stone hiding with my forest pet— now Icarus has gone
swimming and I see him in the Sun
 

Chain of being suspended

Watching eagles carry deer and drop
graceful life cascading down
untamed rock faces to meet the necessary
ground of existence— coldly ordered
death feeds soaring

I don’t even want nirvana

Die— Count 1-2-3 very slowly— one... two... three
Plunge upwards back by adrenaline and this is samsara
Literally wandering because you thirst in a circle following
horizons— can you let go of every attachment you hold to
so tightly— that would be a legendary feat of becoming
extinguished, blown out, quenched— I prefer thirst and living again
 

Hunting dream

Under great tension the bow is drawn back until the arm
aches— salt into the eyes
fixed obscure and blinking— let slip
the string stripping
the arm of tender skin and let fly
an arrow into and through
a man running away
 

Eros preceding Venus and all

Man is the shameful
animal, alien to his own
instinct, desires known obliquely through
belief, frustrated by the rational means
that pursue them and the rations they can feed on

When does he act
graceful, innocent and natural?
Briefly and in secret seized
by amour-passion
telling pretty life-affirming
lies about a violent and vengeful
god ruling us— the primary element

I never suffered from catholic guilt
I never suffered an old fat man in a black robe
to touch my hand, inspect for calluses
I never suffered shame to love and submit
to a violent and vengeful god ruling us
Eros is the primary
element that plays

with everything—
I submit I never suffered
but escaped and swam
stroking out into the first warm
southerly ocean I came
across, drifting out of sight, to palpable touch
and becoming underwater

To impregnate the vital
sea– the surface of the moon
is under its surface and I
was there a snake eating its own
self affirming, expressing, destruction