CANTO II - Intellego
Whispers stung with bee-kisses
with folly, movement, time has come –
The red dark sweeps with grandeur –
What? What’s this? It SPOKE
not murmured, to me
“Reckoning is nigh for you” –
With flashing foment in nights of fire
red, black, pink desire’s fancy –
The mouse’s tail whips us in a frenzy
singing songs whilst red burst
laughing –
All this and the Third Eye watches –
Bliss of fracture – bliss in raining razor
blades but one...
in the instant of the shattered glass –
Then all in an moment like the
chattering of a thousand hummingbirds
in aspic and rose –
It • comes
It • sneers
Time tumbles away in cobwebbed red –
To laugh and sneer the moment’s breath
all in a little red bow - all in the glow
of a frenzied moth –
Red-green and all mystical pink-black egg–
Why does this beast remove me from
my vanity - my respite in varnished dung?
Under glass with sepia – no. Just more than red this
time...
not sure – just certain.
The reduction of time lost, spent in the
hourglass of the spider with sand slipping –
Foul fetid thing, so weak,
to have me in its sway still –
It sings to me of little boxes filled
putrid sweet of amber and cotton –
Cascading down in red brackish sludge
it strips the night away like the viscera
in the form of young maidens –
The all conquering mouse-in-a-box
wrapped in pustules pink-violet and
swollen lips kiss bursting cherries on fire –
“Here I am – come and see”.
Embracing me entangled,
smothered laughing it sings and cries
of things to be –
Telltale stains rhapsodically murmur
wistfully with sharp gleaming blade
not far behind –
Richard Misiano-Genovese
Canto II - Intellego
excerpt from
"Bloodworks" -
La Belle Inutile 2010