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Subject: {ASSM} TxM6: One Myth and then Others (poem from the Books of Joss)
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FROM THE BOOKS OF JOSS
One Myth & then Others
(c) 2002 Sean Farragher

http://www.seanfarragher.com/Joss
http://seanfarragher.com
http://seanfarragher.com/TxM6




One Myth & then others;
murder never recorded --
whispered by Joss to Jacob
her child by last sun:
We are incest my love,
have no other frame.

Inside we widen --
that is where it began
with half earth rises.

Nothing's quiet
with whole light
unsettled speckled,
dank in pubic hair
& finger charade.


Time has reason
but no duration.

I repeat that fact:
false speed of light
imperfectly binds
sight and mouth

Sex depends on mass
and its delusion.

Rust never began.
Maple turns red --
inside flaws of my hand
I claimed outer vein
where inner gig bled
with invisible stars
as cunt of cunts
as gig of She-la-na-gig.

Fondled to nurse,
nipples plucked,
legends of atoms
pressed blue milk
stained sienna dress.

Breasts were our nature.
Listen, I am Joss,
bled as the faker preached
lead to gold and then isotopes
of Cesium and Strontium

Compulsion led anger;
murder run away;
I give death my mouth
as strike before meteors
split ice in metallic hue --
taste without spectra.

In this cutout  view
we win to fuse more.
fuck in murder of mass --
light not recorded.

We were unfounded --
bundled together
in our bed to union
and orgasm saints
heard when diddled
in the rights of men
and women rubbing
birth stains clean.

I am Joss you fuckers
Make me come
until we bleed.








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