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Upwards from the clay towards the Heavens

 

Upwards from the clay towards the Heavens

 

She was transitioning

The whole shack shimmy

Plumb a swim

Born again

Birth as adult

Benjamin Button

Chemicals a swimming

Learning to BE again

To walk, To talk

I was a brick wall

Only 3 times

Had I fall

I was a stage set

The bricks papier mache

I should have put her up

But she would’ve walked right through me

& talked all night

& the drug binges

House inspection Wednesday

Plus my feelings

Were not quite platonic, not quite sexual

As the night intoxicated me,

Angela Carter,

& the myth of her life

Which poet wouldn’t fall

In love with a symbol?

What a story

Makes horny this poetry

More intrigued

More spellbound

Like loving a god

Met in the flesh

Flesh, glands & muscle that is changing

Man into woman metamorphosis

I always loved Ovid

Living outside nature’s laws

Living outside of time

How flesh can extinguish a former concept

Image replacing nature

Nature in woman’s image

Shining like a Buddha

An oracle to reflect in

So rarely in life one meets a diamond being

Fired upwards from the clay towards the Heavens

Shooting from the hip supersonically quick.

 

 

Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2023.


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