Classic Poem

The Normal Monster
sings in the Green Sahara

The voice and offal
of the image of God

make Celtic noises
in these lyrical hells

Hurricanes
of reasoned musics
reap the uncensored earth

The loquent consciousness
of living things
pours in torrential languages

The elderly colloquists
the Spirit and the Flesh
are out of tongue — — —

The Spirit
is impaled upon the phallus

Phaenix
of Irish fires
lighten the Occident

with Ireland's wings
flap pandemoniums
of Olympian prose
and satirize
the imperial Rose
of Gaelic perfumes
— England
the sadistic mother
embraces Erin —

Master
of meteoric idiom
present
The word made flesh
and feeding upon itself
with erudite fangs
The sanguine
introspection of the womb
Don Juan
of Judea
upon a pilgrimage
to the Libido
The Press — — —
purring
its lullabyes to sanity
Christ capitalised
scourging
incontrite usurers of destiny
— in hole and corner temples

And hang
the soul's advertisements
outside the ecclesiast's Zoo
A gravid day
spawns
guttural gargoyles
upon the Tower of Babel

Empyrean emporium
where the
rejector — recreator
Joyce
flashes the giant reflector
on the sub rosa — — —