05/20/2010
1807
The dependable ecstasies no longer satisfy: food, sex, love, pow- er, poetry, prayer, nothing engods, mouse under cabinet splash- ing blood against heart walls, nose twitching for oblivion to fill out skin, nothing, flat, highs sliding, and I needing refined, higher grade, purity brighter than white, multiple simultaneous partners fused into one explosive orgasmic tide, tie off arm and shoot naked women like speedball; poetry sickens, art of prima donnas soaking faces in egg-milk until they resemble pot pie, calling it courage, squeamish civility of conformity, gulag of cutesy, give me entrails that I may wrap myself in shawl of bowel, liver, blood, balls, god's reeking mansion sweeping me into Pan's hermaphroditic room, transcendence, foetal, magnificent; the coitus interruptus of gustatory thrill, table centerpiece, I want mouth bomb created by exquisite explosives assembled in Lucifer's smoldering kitchen, man- goes blowing tops off heads, kumquats previously orbiting Mars, aperitif blanketed with Jesus's jism, a candle snuffer suffocates ambition's flame flickering for god's nonexis- tent air, smoke encased brittle black wick, daddy cannot nor holy ghost escape, therefore, washing to shore, hair plas- tered, legs sucked back, flat as flounder, raging incremen- tally less, I resign, like my parents and theirs before them, occasionally flicking stinger or flare, fantasizing fullness, overplus, satiation, fat, conditions necessitated by central control and its brick-like gray impenetrable compaction.
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1949
I starve my two dogs to see what transpires; first day: tail-wagging, chop-licking, enzymes anticipating, confused disappointment as I ignore bowls, lovingly I scratch, they frolic, doze, forage, stalk, older without friskiness, gray muzzle hairs, dysplasic, I haven't space for running though they worship walks, seem accepting, assuming mental lapse, dozed under coffee table and stairs, nightly feeding: upright, tails banging, yellow one ex- pecting heaps talks, black one rears, bodies twisting, sensing moment by sunslant, arrival, sounds, looking over shoulder to pull me to Friskies, I know, I understand, performing chores I pass bowls over which they hover, greeting with soul, ca- nine loyalty, they would kill for me, night curtains, forgiv- ing annoyance, foraging kitchen, anticipatory postures, can still lick hand and do not reveal disgruntlement toward hun- ger, enjoying my cooing, perturbation by degrees, quiet all night, day 2: frantic excitement, muscle, body weight, pro- pulsion, I take out trash accidently kicking blue feed bowl, pass pantry, pour milk over flakes, uncharacteristic yipping, finish cereal, pass pantry, dress, aware an adrenaline-fueled lethargy, drooping, one nips another, I utter reassuring note while putting them out where crouch to pee, squat to shit, absent all day so cannot recount behavior but imagine dissension, antagonism, nightly feeding: usually a cup plus biscuit: noticeable rivalry testiness, disgruntled butting, enervation, lassitude, pork chop, salad, pintos for me, aro- matic cooking, visibly discomposed, yellow one naughtily rears to counter, bad dog, I shout, rap snout, amazingly tails wag, put them out, yap, bristle, snarl at imaginary or liter- al danger, predictable discomposure but adoring still, roam- ing night rooms, hungry beseeching eyes, forgiving ex- pressions, unconditional, day 3, morning feeding: oat- meal, cream, d'anjou pear, rushing, (early meeting), ham and cheese bag lunch, in periphery two hackled animals competing, lapping water, pass feed bowls to back door, out they flow shot from fire hose, viral behavior, snarling, snapping, twisted, acids shooting, stiff withers pushing, gnarled paws, nightly feeding: attacked each other, torn ear, puncture wound, ripped out whole almond sized nail, slightly bloody, shame, patchy, curled in crawl space bar- ing, refuse helping hand, humiliated, I drag the yellow one, heavy sack, through powdery filth, the black one crushed into corner angry, attacking--let the games begin.
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1955
You suck, you make me sick, you're disgusting, you're fat, go to hell, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, loser, bitch, prick, cunt, piece of shit, lunatic, Texan, nutcase, Jew, Christian, drop dead, jump up my butt, I despise you, you ruined my life, what of it, lunatic, charlatan, whore, I never liked the way you fuck, ditto, brute, shrew, bastard, witch, get out my life, happily, parasite, block of ice, go fuck yourself you goddamn piece of misogynist garbage get out of this house leave me fucking alone I'm outa here, I'm not going anywhere it's my goddamn house don't delude your- self psycho freak passive-aggressive monster get the hell away from me, go flush your head down the toilet, better than sticking it between your legs you taste crappy, mur- derer, oh Jesus it's over what the hell life is over I'm cooked I give up I don't care anymore I took a chance blew it I thought you were it it's my fault all my fault fuck it all I'm dead you win I'm finished, oh baby don't be so hard on yourself you're always so bloody hard on your- self why do loathe yourself you can't accept any- one's love it's like poison anyway it's not all your fault okay honey we're both messed up, I do part of me loves myself I'm so defensive right now I feel so I feel so...annihilated like a piece of shit I didn't mean what I said all those things retaliating lashing back you know and I didn't mean what I said earlier either I know I said it but I didn't mean it I was hurt abandoned angry en- raged and I lashed out at you no excuses it was childish I'm sorry I'm really... me too I'm sorry too I'm not exactly rational, forgive me, I'm raw, I suppose we both are its all so sickening, I forgive you if you for- give me, all right of course, kiss me--again--will you fuck me I need you to fuck me here now on this floor, I guess why not you know you're everything.
---------- Gordon Massman with a scientist's objectivity has mapped over twenty-one hundred slices of his psyche of which these are a few. He aspires to be the literary human genome project in hopes of revealing as fearlessly as possible aspects of the universal, as well as his own unique, male psychology.
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