Be Simple and Clear

By the gospel of torturous traditions

By vulgar contradictions

By the domestication of the cursed and damned

By your old world moth-eaten words

By drowning in assiduous absolutes

By irregular irrational flow

By following fiercely

                            frantic

                                      furious

                                              forceful

                                                              adaptations

Of curiously wagging stranger tongues

By bitterly speaking brutalities

By hidden sombre pleasure

By disparate fatalities

By ambiguous anointing projected in reflected silence

By approachable sovereignty sorrowfully swallowed

By unimaginative unaccountable uncompromising cardinal arrogance

By a calloused

                sleeping

                        outlaw

                                  youth

By an indifferent closeness that laments hostile love

By fear of defeat desertion dystrophic destruction

By fear of manic maniac krazy 

By fear of strange dreams rubbing their eyes

By fear of eyes closed ears closed mouths closed hearts closed

By fear of chains cuffs locks links barriers bars

By fear no more!

By guilt no more!

By pain no more!

By jovial joyous joyous joy!

By deciphering Whitman's annotations

'be simple and clear'

I too am the poet of the body!

I too am the poet of the soul!

~Saint KKKatie~                                       August 21, 2014