Jonathan Socrates

[ Biography ]

Last Night

These pebbles on your window-ledge
are artefacts you now date back
to 4 a.m. last night, when I
stood beneath, in the street,
launching stealthy strikes
on sacred sleep
to no avail.

The pane was not to blame for
my failure to rouse, but that
at 4 a.m. last night, one whole mile away,
you were knocking on my door,
a mourner thumping
on a grave,

your tears dispersed by the wind,
lost in the rain.

Paralian

I
went
down
to
the
beach
sat
on
a
rock
and
plage-
rised
po-
ets
who
play a-
round
with
our
words
Paralia-
n
am
I
on
the
edge
of
the
sea
al-
low-
ing
waves
of
my
fore-
bears
to
wash
ov-
er
me

Spying on a Performance-Art Lecture/Demo

V – A – G – I – N – A
B – U – T – T – O – C – K – S
P – E – N – I – S
B – R – E – A – S – T – S

N – A – K – E – D

Move your head side-to-side
up and down    all around
Move about the room
I didn’t say move your arm!
Move your arm    heavy head
Slowly    quickly smooth ‘n’ jerky
Jagged flowing wither & bloom
Dissymmetric diametric
On the floor!

Keep the mouth closed
Do not open the anus
Remain self-contained
This is not porn.

Now I’ll wear this [gimp] mask
It’s to control the breathing

as I focus in not out
as she puts these pegs
on my nipples and
whips me with this
whip –

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