Saturn: the Reaper

an excerpt from a longer piece I'm working on:

1.4
"To comprehend a nectar requires sorest need" says Emily Dickinson.

To comprehend-- the act of comprehending. Sort of like understanding, but more all-of-a-sudden. Like "OH!" and then you've got it.

Sorest need-- the most denied need. That which you don't have and haven't had at all the most.

Am I a nectar?

I don't comprehend I am so perhaps I'm not in sorest need.

Even though my need is sore

nectar is sweet.

all the way d

o

w

n.

the rabbit hole

I smell it.

Sweet as cherry pie

in the oven

          hot            hot                hot

my need so 

     HOT       HOT         HOT

so uncomprehending

my desires to be

apple acorn and pooch.

to butter-up Time

and listen-tick the up and up..... tock.

got to

smell it.

the lost dead terminal morphos

of Time stopped at the corner

of Blue and Crabcake street

also known as Lonely and Shitty st.

at the intersection of LAST and FUCKED corner.

the up and up.

tick-----------------------------tock of the

rope around my chest the

TICK.TOCK of one swipe,

two swipes of the knife.

Butter it up.

Smooth it in.

Slice it down.

one swipe.

two swipes.

in the hole.

and out again.

-g