Untitled from Lords & New Creatures (from Alysha Wilson)
The voyeur, the peeper, the Peeping Tom is a dark
comedian. He is repulsive in his dark anonymity,
in his secret invasion. He is pitifully alone.
But, strangely, he is able through this same silence
and concealment to make unknowing partner of anyone
within his eye's range. This is his threat and
power.
There are no glass houses. The shades are drawn
and "real" life begins. Some activities are impossible
in the open. And these secret events are the voyeur's
game. He seeks them out with his myriad army of
eyes -- like the child's notion of a Deity who sees
all. "Everything?" asks the child. "Yes, every-
thing," they answer, and the child is left to cope
with this divine intrusion.
Tender Island Night
Tender island Night
And a promise of fever
& scars that burst
at blossom depths
& more green silver
Us wrestling in the warm temple of summer
beside the temple
cool inside
--He took my hand.
He spoke to me--
Black horse hooves galloping sun
mad chariot race burning
mad fiery chariot race
mad girl & mad boy
My feathered son flew
too near to the sun.
Sex For You
Sex for you
was thread
which binds
us even now
on this pale
planet.
To the poet
& cover-girl,
photo in color,
to armies
that join,
out on a desert,
& to Samson
& all his
generals
bound quiet
now w/ exotic
arch-angels
of dusk, in
Sumerian
& N. African
slumbers.
The bazaar is crowded
as dancers thrive.
Snake wreaths & pleasures.
I take you to a low cave
called "Calipah".