A Familiar in a Strange Land (set of 5 poems)

by Frederick J. Mayer

 

1.

"Harder than a diamond? Softer than a flower?
Well,
Who can tell
The minds of...held in religions' power,
Or spell?"
- Bhavabkuti
(Trans. of Sanskrit)

Catabolism of its soul's shadows
of its sole caterwaul
on winds that now blow its cabal
Parafeline of penumbra spaces
within prismic lines
Sadly alone under black and dark
places
with the painful blue nights of
the Sadducee
In this cat's home of metabolic
mind
outward thrust from its familiar
to the unknown as symbolic
feline
to us strange comes now, the Familiar.

 

2.

"Dedicated to inspiring Black Neco"

EYES OF BEAUTIFUL EBONY FELINE

Child of exiled cat
dark carnivore,
darkest side of the moon
her eyes, explore
warm feline sphinx
beautiful ebony

Memories
shadows among the bright neon
are her eyes eternally...
slit my veins
blood of mystic wine
images through portals,
eyes to see
Abomination
Life is pain
sex a balm hex to forget
learn to forget
must take it, make it, slake it
on the other side
mental masturbation
stuck up into my mind
and I hurt those that I love
virginity kind
abomination

It's a cementary world
all is illusion
insanity
Fire on the brain
strange
strange young girls
whose fingers
quick as pain

We are just animals
demons eyes become all
too human
Semen pearled necklace
around her neck
choaking its wearer
to death
prone on pure white bed
under the dog crucifix
From my stain glass eyes
molten tears drip,
Claw out orbs of mine
raw slips slither pupils fed
Love like cancer kiss
hibiscus red
silken embrace
warped in her supple lap
she purrs in grace
eyes her hidden forbibben race
as I whisper,
"What I'm after
I won't get before
I die."

 

3.

OF LOVERS OF

We must love each other
or die?
We love and die.
The truth is we love to die.
Life is never worth growing old for,
perhaps,
Death is.
No Matter,
Sex doesn't care if you live or die.
Doesn't matter,
either way, the body is used just the same.
We are all of the CAINine
with the touch of feline.
It is all part of the name, the feast,
the game.

This erotic eyed
sexy thigh collector -
Least, She's more than a girl.
She can fool the men
and soon
She'll fool the women.
The question to ask:
can she fool the beast?

"Have that one shaved
and brought to my chamber!"

 

4.

TAT TWAM ASI *

Those who pass through night
must go on through alone.
A darkness of past eves
lust after travellers
who never heard dawn scream.
A madness of the soul
is "Tat Twam Asi" RIght.
There is no pain, no shame,
for spider male's last leave,
as is for female
once owner Black of name.
Shaded from sole's dream,
Veil's valley, window's eyes.
Shadows need, Silents feed,
the sadness daylight.
The dark love never dies.
Those who pass through night
must go on through alone.
A madness of the soul
is "That Thou Art" Right.

* Roughly sanskrit meaning "that thou art" or oneself is a god.

 

5.

CAT'S EYE MARBLES

Amid dark corners lost
Peer sultry optics of the night.
Kaleidoscopic flames
Of sensuous consternation
Before the ebony feline.

The familiar with ball of twine
Plays like a kitten within your mind.
Stalking among the shadows
Her iridescent orbs perceive
Where craven nerves lie.

A prism to the eye -
The Cheshire Cat smiles:
"We're all mad."

 

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