NEW ::: POETRY Apr. 2015 | Page 7

Long poem: maze style Start 1-9 | 1-9 two parts We are the termites. We are the termites. We are the termites! Workers of Eden’s might! We are the hunger within bisexual minds! Tombstones are not what we deride…yet! Bite! Bite! The life, all naked and fat! Gnaw branches in the sky! Deceitful, insane! The jaws are your waves, yes, jaws are your seine! Burn your bark, scales Hey, babe! Get in the Baobab! This deep hollow can keep your swollen soul too! Hey babe, listen to the whisper of сlawed paws in a gap There inside, we are such... we’ll be better to…! ... There the heat from words sticks together with aftersound, Heat from the friction of dreams smolders with morphine! There, in the darkness of all that’s underground, Between coals of birches all drunk with pain Our evil is born of sin! Why else are you born in this hellish pit? Spores and buds will shoot out and pierce us! All round the clock! Not need to discuss! But if you’ll reach for warm roots and first letters… Eat it and swallow! Stronger and better! Our shrines are the ghosts that were stubs of matter! But if you’ll stop in a fit of doubtfulness Each comi