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zaptieh

03 Tuesday Sep 2013

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“Awake, arise or be for ever fall’n.”
― John Milton, Paradise Lost

Living and forever and me. Heh. Heh.
Heh. The drums of Hell kept beating —beating
—I fought next to General Zaptieh.
She was given the right rear flank, forcing
us to a stand still. I though my mind once
numb. As if all that heaven were a bell,
and that bastard —But an ear. I, silence,
some strange race born from a queer love, queer hell,
a queer fate —Our orders were to attack.
Instead we made a stand at the bridge. Drown
and drown in waves swept. Again and again
we fell. Rotten fate beaten falling back
through plank fell, faith fell, we dropped down and down
—We hit a world, dying and knowing —then—

bezaliel stubs out his cigarette and begins

28 Thursday Feb 2013

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ghost baby and devil doll

And so last night I became a father.
Who would have guessed at my age? The baby
came, as babies always come (a neighbor
had to point this out) in an Oui Toffee
tin I picked up at Marks & Spencer. Small,
blue and semi-transparent, I held it
for days. It seemed to like watching football
… but not Chelsea. Then it began to shit
itself. Odd. I thought bladders of the dead
were like their vast joie de vivre, all dried up.
I guess I’ll have to give it a name. Good
parents do things like that, or so I’ve read.
One more fallen imp raising a lost pup.
One more old wolf mellowed by fatherhood.

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Note:

According to the Book of Enoch, Bezaliel (The Shadow of God) is the 13th Watcher, one of the fallen angels that waged war against heaven. The fact that he is also a chain smoker should not worry the reader, since ghost babies are, by definition, unaffected by second hand smoke.

between morning star and urel

13 Wednesday Feb 2013

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I.
Just one more kiss upon your lips causes
the blood to stir. Little light tonging flicks
like so — like so — and your hardness rises

to meet me until, with licks upon licks,
your juice starts to run. Two of my fingers
slip and slide around the edge of your ass.

I warn you: your bum will be a martyr’s
graveyard before I’m done. I will trespass
in deep — to the knuckle — in your anus.

II.
Milton warned us about this. Dictating
to his daughter the sins of male-on-male
flesh. I’m sure she spent many a restless
nightmare sandwiched between Morning
Star and Urel: male-on-male-on-female.

eyes like the moon

26 Saturday Jan 2013

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shooting an arrow at the sun

“I shot an arrow into the air
it fell to earth I knew not where,”
from Henry Wadsworth Longfellow’s
“The Arrow and the Song”

When she came to me, Azazyel, I didn’t
put two and two together. All angels
can be fickle souls and I was pregnant
at the time. To ascribe human morals
to them is like saying rocks choose to be
good or that the sky chooses to be blue.
Really? As lovers I knew her swampy
region, her tiny hills, her lush bamboo
grove. Then came war. Just because I can’t touch
her does not mean she’s gone. Our Sammael
looks like you: with horns, hooves, eyes like the moon.
Of the rebels, the news never says much.
just, “shots fired in the third circle of Hell.”
Hurry home soon, lover. Hurry home soon.

the book of lux ferous

21 Monday Jan 2013

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Note:

In certain Dead Sea Scrolls, namely, “The War of the Sons of Light Against the Daughters of Darkness,” also known as “Bellum Fabula” (the War Scroll), there is a tale which describes “an eschatological war in heaven,” one which pitted the male elements of the heavenly army against the female elements. Led on one side by the usurper,Yahweh of the Iron Age kingdoms of Israel and Judah, and on the other by a Semitic war goddess, know as either Lux Ferous, Morning Star or Light Bringer (the literal translations of the gender-neutral name Lucifer), who was eventually defeated by Yahweh and cast down. Unlike in the “Book of Revelation” and the “Book of Isaiah,” where a very male Lucifer becomes ruler of Hell, the “Bellum Fabula” talks of a return of the female element to heaven, bringing equilibrium and order to a world that views Eve and all mortal women as “the mothers of all sin.”

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In the “Book of Lux Ferous” we extol
Madam General of the seraphic
army. In Yahweh’s “Mein Kampf,” his war scroll,
though, the old man warred against all sapphic
wisdom the heavens had to offer. Sin,
he now claimed, was female. We’re told his sons
dimmed the sky as they flew, beating bat-skin
wings and rattling their sabers. In Milton’s
tale we took up arms against tyranny
but we were cast down, our flesh torn by claws
and blood-soaked maws. But that’s just one story.
The Light Bringer follows older laws
than what is found in these testaments.
I sing of Lady Lucifer’s vengeance.