Physical ego, or: Immaterial id

Poetry Partners #144

‘Physical Ego’, a poem by Alex Budris of ‘Lost Continent Books’

webs of spittle &
a thousand
multi-eyed flies
like
words -
maggoty somersault
struggles
caught choking
out the
gasping
spidernest
hole
of yr mouth

consonants and vowels
a black mass
backache
toothache
bad bowels
& black-
-hearted atheism
tooth over tongue
crusted w/ black plaque
speaking
serpent tongues
unutterable blasphemies
speaking nonsense
speaking
gobbeldegoop

as fish flop
around
the room

quaff it down
bubble spit
chew
& rend
swallow hard
let it all dissolve
into acid bath
let it all dissolve
into the meat
sponged skin
meat machine
being
eating
excreting &
depleting
masses
of waste
teeming
w/ microbial life

cells flaking
dying
becoming
one with
dust-motes hanging
swarming
in
stale
slants
of sunlight
thru
smeared windex eyes
of yr brain
cracked eggshell
skull

in this life
we will shed
a thousand skins

vibrating
to the rhythm
of primordial
cromagnum
drums;
simultaneously existing
as so very many,
and the absolute-zero
of one

A poem by ben Alexander of โ€˜The Skepticโ€™s Kaddishโ€™

Gnawing at my non-soul, but stubbornly,
unrelentingly, ceaselessly, it knows
it has me; knows it rules me, regardless
of futile pull to savor sweet roses 
viewed through rose-colored glasses, cracked, I crunch
down on shattered shards; spitting, spraying out
sticky, scarlet globs of sorrows into
fraying kerchief, caked brown with faded woes.

Let’s write poetry together!

When it comes to partnership, some humans can make their lives alone – it’s possible. But creatively, it’s more like painting: you can’t just use the same colours in every painting. It’s just not an option. You can’t take the same photograph every time and live with art forms with no differences.

Ben Harper (b. 1969)

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20 thoughts on “Physical ego, or: Immaterial id”

  1. And the distress signal of a howling ego

    “scarlet globs of sorrows into fraying kerchief, caked brown with faded woes.”

    you poignantly capture. A heart ripped out, but you must continue I feel you must find the fragrance of the rose your heart and mind yearns for.

  2. Alex Budris, tell me quickly
    Is an important historical figure
    I’m both mesmerized and shattered reading thoughts this morning
    His deep reproach of the ego – tongue and mind- is also refreshingly welcoming and seriously needed. The noise pollution is overwhelming which he chastizes using terrifying metaphors.
    I am in awe.
    I only have one question.

    Why are the primordial cromagnum drums the distinct point of departure?

  3. Love these lines David! ๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘โค๏ธโค๏ธ
    ” rules me, regardless
    of futile pull to savor sweet roses”.
    “fraying kerchief, caked brown with faded woes.

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