Rat King Art  - A performance Art Poem
about a creature who hunts angels.

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Beast of world’s heart hunts

progress streets of night,

lone preying through shutter

cracks and skeleton mouths

of doors where Pray-T Doves

dress themselves naked

while the Min beast,

walking, stands erect finger

fondling the worm

and wound of TerraLove lost,

stolen, rapped and killed

by Min’s once NoTime

world -- Jealous Hand!

(MIN pantomimes opening a door, and steps delicate, hunting down a hall as voyeur.)

The beast Eye Possum

and Rat made Min steps

silent, waiting, watching

as the Humus-Min Dove

leisures in private

moment sheets pleasuring

the skin with oils

of suckled honey scent.

The beast world’s heart

made Min waits lips licking

teeth, patient for when the Dove

of humus-skin and logos-mind

secret finger the pink

of wet and stiffness

unaware.

The beast Eye Possum

and Rat made Min

steps silent, waiting,

watching, preying.

(MIN steps an inch away from the Angel’s blind side.)

Prey, Rat. Prey.

Spider-hunter

killer quick!

(MIN leaps onto Angel.)

Smother the Dove

in secret sheets!

(MIN cocoons Angel in sheets and lifts it over shoulder.)

Good, Rat. Good.

Now, patter from

the napping room.

Bring the muzzled

to BurningHearth.

(MIN stops to close pantomime door with foot.)

Good, Rat. Good.

(MIN slings Angel over shoulder, runs and sings.)

Run Quick Rat.

Quick Rat Run.

Bring it back

to BurningHearth.

Run Quick Rat.

Quick Rat Run.

(Freezes. Speaks aside.)

Sings HalfToothGrin

with pale gray gums

hum sung all the way.

HalfToothGrin

of yellow lips

sings between

frown and smile

-- tongue diseased,

lesions crawling --

as the RatKing

running flies

with a stolen Dove.

(Sings.)

Kiss me Dove, Kiss me Dove

Saliva slick and wet.

Kiss me Dove, Kiss me Dove

Twine your tongue with mine.

Kill me Dove, Kill me Dove

if you think you can.

Kill me Dove, Kill me Dove

if you think you can.

Kiss me Dove, Kiss me Dove

Saliva slick and wet!

(Freezes. Aside.)

And on and on and on

HalfToothGrin sings

as the RatKing bites

a kiss from Dove’s flesh

and hurries it back

to BurningHearth.

(MIN stops running, and sets Angel down center. Returns mask to altar.)

Here-Now-Then

with the Dove

at the BurningHearth

before the Ovum

of our love, TerraMoon,

un-cocoon the thing.

(MIN rips away sheets from Angel’s face.)

Here-Now-Then, Dove.

Keep the tears you

should have spilled

where once you

had life.

(MIN strikes Angel.)

AntJoy the pain, Dove.

AntJoy the pain. Short

it will last and it’s

all you’ll have

this dark.

(MIN puts his hand in Angel’s crotch and caresses.)

DayToa Dove, Tale Min

‘bout your Pray-T sex.

DayToa Dove, Tale Min

‘bout your stiff veined

pink of love -- Pray-T

art splayed wide

for the EyeMind

of the In-Dust-Trial

World.

DayToa Dove, Tale Min

about your Pray-T sex

-- long low little sighs

of Child EyeMind

never born.

(MIN punches Angel’s crotch.)

DayToa Dove, Tale Min

about your Pray-T sex.

Bring it here where we

can listen and eat.

(Bites off ear with teeth.)

DayToa Dove, Tale Min

‘bout your Pray-T sex

and the dying night

we will finger flesh

away with stifled

screams, gagged breath

and suckled lips bled.

Yours or Min’s make bit

no difference to the In-Dust-Trial

world of bone and flesh un-sanctified.

Although, eat will be you.

(Feigns a kiss. Bites lip off. Eats it. Slow masturbates himself and Angel.)

DayToa Dove, bring Min

your Pray-T sex and Eye

will tale you how the marsh

and mud keep the mire live

with moss and pallets of green

and frogs and reptile things

less their scales worming

between warm blood sheets

high in the mountains

of Tablet, or maybe

Eye won’t.

(Stops. Teases. Continues.)

DayToa Dove, tale Min

about your Pray-T sex

and I will speak a love

poem of Terra for you.

(Sniffs hand.)

DayToa Dove, Thank you.

(Touches Dove’s heart chest and his own.)

TerraLove.

MayaArt starts beating

when I thank of you.

Your memory carries

me down to the deep

like a victim sacked

and stoned and then

there Eye sits watching

me watch you.

TerraLove

MayaArt starts beating

then and I loose myself

like a curl of smoke

twined in Ovum and Eye

then is antipathy.

(Strikes Angel’s groin.)

Then-There-Love

there is nothing

but the sound of

y-our Be-Ate-Eye.

(Listens to Angel’s heartbeat.)

And TerraLove

if the Possum with death’s

skull head turning a black

eye spoke not.

(Bites left nipple off. Spits it out.)

If I listened not.

(Bites right nipple off. Spits it out.)

Followed not.

(Bites and fingernail cuts randomly. Wipes blood on himself. Builds into a fervor and dance.)

Bowed not.

Drank Maya Rat blood not.

I. Love. We. Terra.

We’d be wedded death’s bliss.

But, love, love, Here-Now-Then

with my lips long embroidered

with Dove’s blood and Maya

spirit born into each

knew Humus-Min-Child, I

love, I am lost to you

and our love except in

preying.

But, know, TerraLove,

I would love to love

you more, but I Kale

cannot not when

the In-Dust-Trial

world spins infinity

yarns of spider thread into

Maya Meager flesh blood and bone

and puppets me out for the world

where I must be RatKing or Rodent Flea.

Aether way, love. Aether way, the world

laughs love, the world laughs its

crickets and moths and Doves

and insects and flies of plastic

and steel and vinyl and love,

love, unless you stop pulling

the tide in the OvumMoon where

you hid yourself forever from

Min, and kill me, I will dance

the RatKing dance. The RatKing

love, as I am not constituted

or disposed to be a Rodent Flea.

But, love, love, each day I

prey for you to accept

Maya blood when finally

it spoils ovum your

smiling breast.

So, love,

pull the tide

quiet and gently

till that NoTime

soon when where

we’ll cut each other’s

skin with our religious

nails and Jesus teeth.

And Love, TerraLove

know too, I am but

Eye’s words speaking.

MayaArt starts beating

when I thank of you.

(MIN stops and bows to Angel.)

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