Let's Be Honest Here

                                      

Let's Be Honest Here

                       The foremost of the storm's

Multitude moves the wave belly-lovely

Glass of the glass sea shadow of water  

On the open water no other way

to come here the outer

Limit of the ego.

                        George Oppen

                        From a Phrase of Simone Weil's

                        And Some Words of Hegel's

I'd said I'd said not

having to remember I'd said the stuff of its sound is still

living from when it entered into

me and cried and tried 

from one split end

to the other to escape

and I let 

when I was

able

the most of it out yes what I could

and I cauterized

the rest what didn't wash

down the drain down

the cum-done drain I tell you  

                                            I wouldn't

want to be the lips of that pipel I didn't

want to be those lips

and insisting isn't enough

when loved ones turn

you over and fuck you up

the ass and withdraw with one hand

on the small

of your back and the other under the rim

of their cock stroking themselves off come on baby

come on baby bitch come on come on tight as wind puckered

against the one once living

blade of grass pinched

and blew through for that absurd horny

sound and the thumbed

and rubbed not unroughly and not

randomly on the bottom lip

of my mouth so that for days he called to me sweat easy buttery

veal