Two Vernacular Poems: October / Humanity, Habitual Masturbators
2006/8/13 17:48:00
October
October, nailed to the cross
Resurrection is not autumn's theme
October's blood
stains red
autumn's crucifix
The shroud is not yet prepared
corpses discarded everywhere
Autumn's blood carries
the scent of withering
flowing across the earth
Civilization's plague infects the last wasteland
The wild wasteland
time collapses
Law Existence Freedom Ideals
Foam at the lips, standing dumbly beneath the cross
Autumn of the cross has come
All may be whored, husbanded, ravished, debauched
Ideals
Freedom
Existence
Law
Autumn's crucifix drips with blood
All to be debauched, ravished, husbanded, whored
Civilization's blood mutters
the joke of the crucifix collapses
Time-plague the last reserve
Civilization's cross stained with canonical marks
Humanity, Habitual Masturbators
Humanity, habitual masturbators, called the object of their first wet dream God
God provokes masturbation teases God — not the theme of orgasm
In the lust called religion, feeling again and again a strange climax
Humanity's ceaseless searching only to discover the secret passage of copulating with God
Humanity's masturbation and wet dreams probably serve the same purpose
Suddenly one day God ceased to matter
Energy agitated even dung needs to burn
The flame of climax humanity's ark
Thunder begins to form the serpent cannot see
The ant's new nest awaits the next flood
Drifting in the flood toward dangerous unknowns
The flood destroys and creates nowhere to flee
On the ark, the orgy of man-god-ghost-beast writes creation into being
The flame of climax ignites the ant's new nest
Whether the serpent brought apples or grapes no longer matters
Humanity's climax ignites everything
The coupling of serpent and God triggers waves of wonder
Humanity, habitual masturbators, the wondrous orgy-ark
Man-god-ghost-beast-serpent-ant-thunder copulating with God requires ever more
Group sex oral sex anal sex outdoor sex sadomasochism communion
Come together humanity creates the climax of climaxes
Humanity's climax serves but one purpose
Humanity's ark creates glorious debauchery
Knowing the unknowable what is known is already too much
Debauchery present creating freshness again and again
The debauchery of presence stirs the presence of debauchery
Methods shift the nightmare of the fixed point
The cost of transformation exists even on desert islands
Humanity's climax transforms God's sky
Oneself plays oneself plays oneself
Habitual masturbators humanity forever young
Wet dreams lust teasing searching
Copulating with God religion's secret passage
The same purpose ceases to matter
The thunder of climax agitation dung
The ant's new nest the serpent cannot see
Drifting danger awaits unknown floods
Inescapable destruction creates the orgy of man-god-ghost-beast
The first object provokes again and again strange discoveries
Threatening me with big pliers — I won't play with you
Replies
Chán Zhōng Shuō Chán 2006/8/13 23:24:24
You up there — the moment you posted, you revealed that you and Luoguo are the same person!
Chán Zhōng Shuō Chán 2006/8/14 10:53:03
Is this ID obligated to know whether you're three or four personas on Tianya?
Chán Zhōng Shuō Chán 2006/8/13 22:08:01
I won't play with you!