THERE’S GENIUS IN THE MIRROR-EYE

by William M. Peaster

slug-faced it’s coming down
it’s a calculus of madness
Tarkovsky’s working on a Soviet sci-fi in hell
they found Mars laying in his own vomit, well
the fucked thrill of infrarrealismo reopens
again and again
like cuts
on the arm of the rebellion
Chet and Rahim laying like dead men on the porch
Sunseanian, wet like leaves in an August thaw
wond’ring who will be
the next great poet
wond’ring what is the law
of G-spot orgasms, Continental and Analytical chasms
the ghost of Rimbaud arises the maw
ni templos ni jardines
will save you now
so Imago lifts the brow who is the ferryman of dead thru life
the money is not yet free
cringe videos on YouTube perforate the veil
mystical is who crosses the threshold into nothing
who has crossed the city AND the village
the whistles and silence of the fellow humankind
and gone beyond wondrous enraged green eyes
into conch-turned-obelisk life
who has crossed the crimson salamander
and been welcomed
into Club Charon
where Antonius Block
and Squire Jöns are taking a pause
before going to sleep for 1,000 years
and dreaming of a madhouse with an infinite lawn
surrounding a massive, sky-flirting
strawberry
there is a new Bastille
and we sit in our apartments listening to jazz
waiting for destiny to reveal over tea and Spiritus Mundi
the party beyond partying the quiver of modern poetry that’s a scream
I want to hear you scream
like you’ve been thrown into a stream
like daily life has disappeared
who will go beyond utopia is a real unreal monster indeed

Note: You can find "There's Genius in the Mirror-Eye" and 150 similar poems in my recently published volume of poems, Phantastikon. You can also read my last poem, "Deus Mortis," on Steemit here.