RICHARD MORELL
TOXICITIES #1
I like sugar. A lot. Can’t get enough
I trudge from Bodega to deli to bakery
and nosh on creamy high necrose
corpse syrup addiction civilization
genocide yea! Give me a case
of Twinkies, I’ll kill the fuckin’ world!
I taste one, I must have a gazillion.
McDonald’s? I AM the 200 billion served!
TOXICITIES #2
I love you, that’s why I need you to hit
me. Rape my buttcunt. That’s what it’s
there for! I’m your Iraq, you can be
my Donald Rumsfeld. Daisy-cut me!
Shards! Explode your BLU-82
inside my voluminous caverns.
Aren’t I here just for your pleasure?
Like a Trojan, dump me wherever. I’m easy.
TOXICITIES #3
Dude, you don’t know--good it makes
me feel, meef... When you’ve had a hit.
You can’t. Give it. Up. Easy. No. I like
my crank. Better than sex, dude
I feel that juice give ... it’s intense... heat
Such awesome. Sweet. ness. P’rm’ssating
mah beebah, ‘n’... I’m -- like -- gone --
I like being gone. Better than being HERE.
A PRAYER FOR THE LIBERATION OF
THE SOUL FROM MERE EMPIRE
“Have you had enough yet?”
The question drops into me.
Soft ripples expand outward
and swell upwards. Salty tears
course down cheeks to Cerridwen.
Kwan Yin smiles benevolent,
at my willingness to heal.
“Take this civilization
away from me,” I mutter.
Do I now dare to dream big
of life after broken chains,
beyond all pronouncements
into blind slaveries?
Wash away my addiction
the sentencing to squalor,
and the dead-end suffering.
Whatever my natural
birthright my be, I’ve lost touch.
Connect me to earth and sky,
fire and water, mystery
of center, above, below.
Point me toward the direction
and clear out scattered debris
littering my mindscape.
Help me resist continued
applied empire pressure
to forget my feet planted
on Mother’s energetic
body and disembody
my own soul and self. Let me
learn to love this grand locale
in which I awaken
to cyclic celebrations
of seasons ever changing.
Somehow, I’m here to help heal
this planet and those who want
what I have. Others holding
what I want freely give me
what I need, transforming this
former husk into abundant
node of bright light, love and joy.
I radiate the pulses
into fecund multiverse
and call to me peers seeking
engaging contact, to push
forth and contain the harmful
toxins polluting our souls’
ecology, to banish entities
pathologic, sucking us out.
To connect the most sacred
with economies grounded
in the landbase surrounding.
Help me string together more
moments of a contiguous
mindfulness and as I reach
out to touch the face of God
Herself in the mirrored flesh
that reads or hears these words.