Tuesday, February 27, 2007

Circumferent

A finger pad
pressed soft
encompassing
a sand grain

Swell of the
belly and an
earth curves
away from an

arm's hollow
a shoulder's
bump. Hid by
grass blades

a valley. To
the river in
sparkle, dew
the new moon

O, the stars
the lips the
sun shine on
fertile land

Circumferent
line, in dot
and dash our
circled life

Sunday, February 25, 2007

Icarus

THE BUT
AIR THE
WAS SEA
HIS WAS
JOY LOW
AND HOT
THE WAX
MAP WAS
FOR HIS
THE WOE
BOY AND
AND HIS
HOT SIN
SUN WAS
WAS HIS
HIS OWN
AIM WAY

Saturday, February 24, 2007

Medusa

HE'S welcome
He may enter

Let him come
into my maze

like all men
have entered

Squirming: a
writhing dog

encrusted in
primal slime

leaking down
matted limbs



Let him come
to my cavern

Let him come
to admire me

I have curls
to show him!

Lovely curls
so beautiful

So beautiful
they stiffen

not cock but
a whole body



I understand
man's energy

His yearning
penetrations

For him I am
ever Elysium

His constant
loving bride

Let him come
with a pearl

to my diadem
of warm eggs



I am waiting
for caresses

The hands of
his bold eye

on my breast
and my thigh

Ready to see
his erection

Hero Perseus
bred of Zeus

and of gold-
plated Danae



He can be as
the Gods are

He can be an
Immortal One

He can be as
the spouting

stuff of his
proud pecker

Protean! Yet
lost forever

In the crack
of my cranny
. . .

&copy Dan Goorevitch

Perseus

HERE I stand
paralysed by
putrifaction
Everywhere's
this twisted
bowel, brain
quarry, prey
death-locked
and standing
in the teeth
of the stink
I take stock


Father, Zeus
Danae, nurse
I am Perseus
I'm the bolt
who revolved
and resolved
himself born
the very nut
wound 'round
silver strut
snake sprung
from the gut


The past now
the prophesy
my office is
to break the
outer clutch
of the shell
that cuts an
exposed foot
in search of
a pure pearl
chained fast
to the stone


So bright is
her sky that
tiny strokes
a paintbrush
plied on the
snowy canvas
lay a yellow
halo of hair
upon leg and
the underlip
Amber fibres
coil by coil


So that that
copper flame
framed round
the darkling
lip of bliss
and its bung
line by line
in that dawn
each exactly
the arrested
precision of
new daylight


Rosy fingers
of the bards
I've seen as
in our lodge
nipples rose
to sun-shaft
closing each
fierce wound
of this root
of humankind
throbbing in
a lonely bed


And I kissed
those pearls
that strayed
from spittle
And my mouth
sliding down
pulled sweet
at the lilac
as her mouth
caught at me
hot and cool
and she said


The world is
in spite its
seeming size
just a mural
and its wall
the mind, is
its mountain
to scale. If
she said, we
have courage
then come up
dear, ascend


My reverie's
an absurdity
a fat finger
clutching at
and prodding
til the taut
string limps
No fine line
image-strung
can aid, but
nth-drawn, a
wound-up gut


Her coven is
the covet of
connoisseurs
a gallery of
ossified men
I must stare
despite fear
face-to-face
where for me
the other is
a true scale
of the world


This is that
bright aegis
I will bring
to the panic
and at amber
shine of eye
reflecting a
hole of hell
all my sword
and my blood
will rise up
to the chaos


I, within me
revolved and
through this
I'm resolved
As I crawled
to the world
from my home
inside Danae
So I will to
the Gorgon's
and kill the
putrid bitch


© Dan Goorevitch

Prolegomenon to "Perseus," an unfinished work

...the snake
engulfed its
whole length

and its jaws
expanding to
their utmost

bore a broad
hot river of
bright stars

The universe
inverted and
we were born







Sliding, the
snakes twist

glide slowly
on and under

Ships: blind
in dense fog

turning over
each other's

extended gut
chest, limbs

Massive arms
bound as one





Strained the
hip-sheathed
straitjacket

An energy so
concentrated
to open; the

Tongue's tip
on the green
apple's skin

turns inward
...flowering
to the flesh





Bright's the
papered bark
of the birch

Sap of amber
running down
a white limb

Gartersnakes
slip through
pink fingers

Rose tongues
coiled round
copper flame





And she rose
the dentrite
form against
the tongue's

Thigh's jaws
clenching on
cheek's bone
Crush, grind

Gnashing her
circles then
Hammering on
broken teeth





Branch, twig
a camouflage

Hidden under
wet boulders

Outward eyes
shut tightly

Fork cutting
air, stubble

In the cross
of this path

Goddess, god
here conjoin





Tiresias saw
them twining

Parting them
with a stick

God, Goddess
inverted him

Male——female
Female——male

And an inner
sight befell

experience's
black vision







...the snake
engulfed its
whole length

And its jaws
expanding to
their utmost

bore in them
fingers. The
nimble parts

to each task
——to an Eden
we were born




© Dan Goorevitch

Prodigal Son

PRODIGAL SON

I, returning
from flights

and railroad
compartments

Dark tunnels

Drawn blinds

Making music

from nothing

——Iron wheel

Squealing on
a metal rail



A cloud flew

and profound
figures grew

from nothing



Returning, I

high above a
worsted coat

Green tinted
tar-pit of a
Black Forest

smoke-plumed

As if a huge
building had
been brought
to its knees


Light——these

small points



Down below's

the Tel Aviv


Hill of life



Crash, crash
by all means


Dead, alive:



I've arrived



© Dan Goorevitch

In Isolation


Talking in a
house, alone


What will he
say and will

he answer it
as imagined?


Talking in a
room, vacant


Can she look
the same way

as when last
you saw her?


Planning for
your success

you are king
of the world


talking to a
self, absent


What answers
so important

need you now
that a ghost


only a ghost
can provide?



© Dan Goorevitch

Thursday, February 22, 2007

FIRE DOLL

Hate laws
hide what
lazy dumb
talk does

Bury Jews
Andy bury

most deep

slow mind

Bomb drop
doll city
same diff

talk show
Andy says

Only look

Bomb sent
will kill
what ever
some hate

stop bomb
come over
that very
same pond

That made
life cost
most mean

that side

this side

Only just
hear this

Jews were
same side

rest note
took from
fair song

With mark
mark well
with mark

note sent
from song

soul from
body took

bone took
from skin

bone bust
into dust

Call them
doll then

bury them

Call them
then doll

only doll

Your word
from this
care bear
side your
fake face

dumb care
your left
wing mask

will make
your debt
list long

Your sons
push next
sons hard

make good
that bill

Same Nazi
work plan

Till gold
fill from
dead open
food hole

make that
then your
glad days
debt paid

Call that
your song

sick bird

Coil into
your soil

your soul
made dirt


© Dan Goorevitch