Thursday, August 15, 2019

Six Poems by S.M.H.


Body 
fathering cum 
moist as morning dew
in baggy stretch of cotton 
potter wasps building clay urns 
under feet of mud
the sun
a tomb
of blood 
bleeding light 
warming bushmeat
thick between thighs 
opened 
like a window 
bruises pocking leg bone 
knots in wood
black and infinite
 in reach 
in the dream of the stomach
there is a dead child 
huffing cum
in 
eclipse of flame

Scaphism
milk honey shit pool dead flies eating bugs eating until inside out is 
gone sweet of raw honey soothing cool milk laid on body to coat and 
dry in paste sun bubbling skin milk soothing wasps eating skin sliding 
meat off bone skin supple sticky  wasps suckling sweet milk like calf 
nosing udder skin sloughing and festering gang of flies and black bees eating 
skin mind high in delirium of pain rat sperming its fear in the sweltering 
blood of the body large gouts like a camp spigot retching bleak the belly 
of sin blooming like mold in the skein of slimed meat shit thick in the stable 
of the cask body anointed in corruption of bowels shit intersemates with 
honey fermenting wine the mead of body pools and bursts offal exposed round 
and pocked as river stones the slickness of death sweating sweet in the blare 
of bright sun

Black Fur
two women 
with long hair and 
black fur on their lips 
braided rope
from the manes of
strange horses
they looped each loop 
around my neck
the fur on their lips 
quivering
the hair on their 
naked breasts 
dark like dyed cotton
and their nails
long and grey
as
nails
my neck 
snapped 
like a goose on 
the butcher block
the land 
washed clean in the blood 
the manes of strange horses 
wrapped around 
the twig 
of my throat 
blood falling dark as old varnish
gooed in the crease 
of their yelling
the musk of loss
fell rich from  trees
the gutshot of
maple death 
gave the land its sacrifice
clouds above spun 
like tufts of wool
in the monstrous loom of sky

ATWA
ATWA
ATWA
ATWA
acorns scrape the air
browning leaves float
the night is cold
the night is colder
ATWA
ATWA
bleat until your lungs
 grow dim

Prayed
the soreness packed
like gauze
or bees in mud
flitting violent under the shroud of earth
I lost a lot of blood to God
O God
I prayed
a bonefire burning
the sinews of grace
.
inside the milky world will die 
inside the musk a spirit grew


Bones
frail bones holding belly
belly sore its sore my belly sore
I've lost a lot of blood
out of the grave
of my asshole
body drugged
body dragged
across the tile 
white as ivory
lines thick and red
 as steak
tears heavy as a saddle
dilute the rich blood
dilute the
 rich red blood

S.M.H. is a writer. They have two books out from VoidFront Press.