On Beauty & the Wasteland - v.3 / issue 4 - Who Owns Who?

On Beauty & the Wasteland

V. 3 / issue 4

Who Owns Who?

Flatulating Flagellents 

    Monty Python

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Public proper penitents

Mortifying

Flesh

Yet, 

Each scourge lands 

upon fevered furrowed flanks 

With uncontrolled farting

Asinine Stinky Stanks

These pious men pretend

Their bodies don’t exist.

Even as each ass 

Each in turn Insists

That every single time, 

Each and every nose

Their butts betray their piety with 

boisterous bawdy blows.

Puritanical 

Unpiratical

Parrots

Peg Legs

Peg Boys

Alter Boys

Altered pegs

Round Pegs 

Square Holes

Just then

A Gentle Friend

Whispers… (I feel her breath in my ear)

“A day of sailing” 

I pause.

I take in her words.

I breathe salty air.

I absorb sunlight through my skin wet from sea spray

I am on planet earth riding the slow rolling swells of the 

Deepest undulations of the ocean

As the horizon line and the zenith line cross a compass on my soul.

ZING!

I sING!

True Belong-ING!

True Belonging and mortification of the flesh are

Antithetical!

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Worker Ants

True Belonging and mechanization of the flesh are

Antithetical!

These bodies — workers bodies

Bodies built by Moms

Villainess Squelchy Life Portals

Body labor moans

Who owns the means of production (the sensual machines of production)

    of the mighty labor force?

Capitol Insists on owning

    Demanding domain force.

True Belonging and objectification of the flesh are

Antithetical!

Magnifying lenses Surveilling 

Policing ants in line

Scrutinizing

Objectifying

Quantifying

Raping

Plowing

Mining

Owning — Owning — Owning!

The Sublime

When I leave my body empty, 

(Ugh — this meat suit I carry around)

Mortifying, 

Mechanizing.

Objectifying.

I’m complicit with my own enslavement

My own possession

by any passing demon’s longing

In my own longing to belong.

His Belonging. I’m belonged.

 

If by belonging, I mean myself, me.

I belong me.

I belong.

I pause. 

I breathe.

I touch down, deep down, inside me 

Into the chasm deep inside me.

Feeling the ocean and roots inside me.

Staking claim to every 

Mystery.

As I am.

I am my own.