five from Cosmic Bottom

a tear in our hands. a break in the sky. it’s not mars where i want to be buried. it’s here with all the jockstrap gods & daddies of the sun, cosmic bottoms who power erosion with light.

somehow i have to stay human as i bottom in the dark. in the dark room bottoming is not galactic but flight in & out of the void. a bear in his sixties exposes my skies for the community. he makes a third eye blink from my sphincter, the beam of an alien conjured birdlike.

to sit on the toilet & meditate from within & without becomes

an act of worldly love

the wriggle of a worm pushing out

all shit hinges on

how much i open up.

i only shed light for the most missionary of tops, he who unearths me

like rilke whispering

you must charge your hole.

you must give them life.

like a prayer my body broke down into the petals i believed in

& plastic i couldn’t transform

into a bird

whose tears were made of amethyst

who wanted the virus

to be violets, more violent

than roses

christened as thorns

& i reached into my hole for a pierced

horizon i could drink from

if wars were the end of poetry for a while

it took warts to end

gyrations in the sky

until i turned my subsurface inside out

with a finger & traced

a vein of coal seam on fire

an underground star.

then i could drink from my polluted hole

a whirl

a world

the whore of my heart

when we die we streak the horizon with a palette of shit.

when we die there is no one to enshrine the principle of bottoming even as demand for fertile cavities grows.

to become rosebushes, emitting shades of red.

to be the earthquake that sucks & swallows every vertical protrusion, symbolic or material but never a tree.

trees give us permission to create

a bottomless world;

they oxygenate

invisible rings of interior life.

i shit on pink dick
a cascade like a harp
in the sky
for every century
meeting in my veins

i eat my own shit off a pink dick &

swallow the fathers to catch the government
swallow the government to catch the cops
swallow the cops to catch the borders
swallow the borders to catch the corporations
swallow the corporations to catch settlers & slave-traders
swallow settlers & slave-traders to catch their cum

that wriggles & jiggles & tickles inside of me.

in the leather harness i am

a horse who swallows &

doesn’t want to breed.

i wanna ride & die

to be bred again

a half-breed in the hole

a hole in the stampede