from Merry Hell

By | 1 April 2016

Helen was a girl as her mother healed
a grub who crawls out of an eggshell daughter to
Leda

whose beauty THEY SAY
“also cost her”

what’s the cost of living in a female body ? of bathing in a waters at Eurotas River
?

She could never look at a bird again
especially white ones
& white was all the Greeks
desire

bloodless women & bloody men

feed it all back into the massive hole

in the Aegean volcanic cunt in the sea

they watch Crete swallowed they say
will the Mycenaeans follow

or shall certain Sacrifices be made ? they say, that Cunt is Hel




***

THESTORY OFTROY THESTORYOF TR OY THE STORY OF TROY
stones embedded in the hilts of shields and swords patriliny

embedded in gore baths of flesh globs of blood
yet they were afraid of menstruation

the chains with which conquerors dragged their prisoners behind them were still
made of base metals




***

κυνωπιδοs
cune – o – pee – dos

dog-eyed one

shameless

bitch-face

κυνω > dog-cunt

Hephaestus calls Hera his mom this: dogface

compliance
dogs fawn
do anything for food
no
honor
no
self
res
pect

it is because she is a dog. filthy and terrible. wide-eyed dog.
it must be because she is a dog. filthy and terrible. wide-eyed dog.
it is because she is a dog. filthy and terrible. wide-eyed dog.




***

we launder expensive dirt in Paris in a cauldron all these hands
inside
with the fibers ratcheting perfume off-gas in a tub. b ut th e h a n d s femme
and beyond femme …

wake up with him in my bed. Kryptogeneia says.

Gold and abalone weave up around gleam from my neck when you see with Other eyes
Blacksea saltdarkens aroundme jewels dump weight

is it far from when we marched sli pped on bl ood bulge-eyes headlock cops

the purge
is bitter

impenetrable shell-helmet split horseshoe crab mound of sinew gore and twisted faces
in combat
hidden

(pupusa) tear gas gas gas gas gas gas

kelp water licks my lips salt tower just enough not to die




***

full of the celebrity of owning other bodies

wilder ness star wards back again

moist black earth bough azure psych-light i am the horror and the joy

what won’t pay the RENT to those who own: dudes ma de this stor y BACK WARD a
woman must always

to kill think to rip the balls from her attacker ward of the state monthly check how
to — take Leda, my mom. or Leo, Andre Orea Eleni me

LET ME TELL YOU ALL THE TRUTH OF WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO ME ripped splayed
murdered apart by

Theseus at banks River Eurotas same place as Leda my mom! by feathers awful
i’ve always hated the line A shudder in the loins engenders there fuck Agamemnon
and the wall stake beak at throat
all
blood of my mother is first blood continuous limb-loosening BLOOD rusts the world …
whereupon i became an egg birthed

as a grub on

a

hill like any war you wonder
why you ever came home




***

waxed glad soldiers dropped their battlegear it bit the mesopotamian guantanamo
dust their bodies they lay upon the earth the sun bit them for they were not free

Iris flew to me strong-limbed as with double-conscious purple weave I weave my story
un doing the undo desaparecidas feminicidios of woman nothing is indelible, just remember
THAT while you carry a body on earth they do nothing for my sake or yours this war
this war that is not what it’s about;

when you sit in the cold room the weave unties the hands the hands in the laundry tub.

so i went to the wall where they spit upon the tree of Helen. and

pour forth their lily-livery voices; such upon a wall. you know i didn’t go to Troy or the
wall. never was there a wall. but it was insisted and i stood upon a wall.

Men e la us would have drag Paris Alexander by his dancer throat but Paris was a
dance, sat there as one that had but newly ceased from dance his aristo-outfit high
and far above an arrondissement
on fire.

what does she have in her heart Aphrodite for she also stands around the laundry tub
for Aphrodite is me and wears the raiment that walk a walled Parisian citadel for
during the commune, no one could easily leave Paris

but the shine goddess her sun-flash eyes led the way and i did not talk just now
but did return to the weave

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