posted on May 11, 2010 at 3:49 am

deep in the poets imagination
the streets of corinth still bustle on warm nights
merchants pack up their stalls
some empty handed
some purses stuffed full
some now too tired to care
the air is full of ancient rocknroll
some cat layin’ down a loada soul on his lyre
the last dying chorus of a play
a bunch of senators cross the square talking earnestly
in poseidons great temple a voice murmurs a humble prayer
other voices join in in assent repeating the words
asking for fair seas and abundant fish
asking for the safe return of their ships
the fat from a calf flares in the fires
libation of wine
offering of devotion
in the temple of aphrodite
ajax white fucks a black priestess
he bites her neck as he does his thing
i dunno i mean hes paid her and everything
but he doesnt understand a word shes saying
and she says plenty
in some outlandish tongue summoning the goddess of love
to come and feed on this lust which she commends
into her hands
old venus eternally young
eternally pink and rosy and shapely and comely
with her pale nipples and her dark places
weakest yet most powerful of all
she comes hurrying away from cytherea
she comes gathering her clothes around her
she comes all around them in points of light
she comes in the milky opalescence of the ancient stars
she comes in the sudden hum in the dome
she comes in the wavering candles and dancing shadow
she comes in the movement of the lovers
she comes through the ether tho she be many leagues away
she comes down the ages wearing her one thousand and one names
she comes laughing and smiling
she comes blushing like the youngest maid
she comes uttering lewd words
she comes among men and they think they are in some heaven
ajax white lies there exhausted
fuck! he says
the priestess pours more nepenthe
and they both sip thoughtfully as night deepens around the city
fuck! he says again
as he lies back
and closes his eyes
forever

18 Responses to “excerpt from the TITANICA”

  1. avatar
    Jemali Jalali | 11 May 2010 at 5:28 am #

    Poor men. They can only come once, but she….

  2. avatar
    Hellbound Heart | 11 May 2010 at 10:18 am #

    imagine getting laid like that! no wonder you bite the big one afterwards….everything else would pale in comparison…

    love always…..

  3. avatar
    bc | 11 May 2010 at 11:32 am #

    uhmmm,nepenthe…

  4. avatar
    Broken Toys and Heros | 11 May 2010 at 12:26 pm #

    fuck! he says…this could be the most unique line i have ever read in a poem….LOL

    Great Job as always

    DJK082067

  5. avatar
    princey | 11 May 2010 at 12:31 pm #

    I dig this poet, forever n ever:)

  6. avatar
    Freddie | 11 May 2010 at 12:40 pm #

    Sounds to me like old Ajax White got hold of something a lil' too exotic for his blood. :^)

  7. avatar
    lily was here | 11 May 2010 at 1:34 pm #

    What a way to go

  8. avatar
    LF | 11 May 2010 at 2:22 pm #

    Aphrodite via Bataille. 🙂

    Why think its over when its over? There is still pleasure in exhaustion. We need new myths for that sensation, even though poems sometimes end…

    …hope the TITANICA (yes, all caps for you) continues.

    L. (digging these posts)

  9. avatar
    Ryan | 11 May 2010 at 3:17 pm #

    jeez, this stuff should really form the basis of a little book of prose poetry, w/ paintings. would be perfect to offer thru your new site 😉

  10. avatar
    Anonymous | 11 May 2010 at 3:58 pm #

    Annuanchi

    Summarians

    Lemuria

    Atlantis

    All these past lives/civilizations….do we all somehow connect back to them? It's
    a question I've been wondering lately. Finding out I have some Cherokee in my blood has really spun my head around..?!?

    rb

  11. avatar
    Jemali Jalali | 11 May 2010 at 4:05 pm #

    Die before you die.

  12. avatar
    Terri | 11 May 2010 at 8:08 pm #

    All I can say to this one is: WOW.

  13. avatar
    plumlady | 11 May 2010 at 9:33 pm #

    Libation of the wine..perfect for Eric Burdon's 69th birthday today….Spill the Wine folks….spill it all over yourselves and each other. Give it to the youngest maiden and the oldest black goddess…and sit back and watch the fun.

  14. avatar
    simeon | 12 May 2010 at 1:46 am #

    no prizes for guessing what u been up to since u got back home

  15. avatar
    matt davison | 12 May 2010 at 11:36 am #

    the universe is female … right SK??

  16. avatar
    Georgia | 13 May 2010 at 6:41 am #

    Anonymous…we could all connect back….we are Greek and my brother plays for a Native American Band-and someone told him our dna is the same….closer than that of other Europeans….

  17. avatar
    m.p.k. | 13 May 2010 at 9:34 pm #

    I loved it. Reminded me of Fellini, Satyricon.

  18. avatar
    merveilleuse | 14 May 2010 at 7:09 pm #

    i write about the Moment, the Movement, quite often. it is nice… insightful to read the male counterpoint. it is something, as a female, i can never truly understand. men and women are like parallel lines, but not in the Euclidean sense, more like in the spherical sense. they appear to be two paths which do not cross, but with continued study of the paths, the parallels do indeed cross. that point is the Union, the only time where there is understanding, where giver and the receiver share equal significance, as what is one without the other.


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