It’s theatre. It’s theatre.
I can touch the edge with my hardening soul, it is
Like meditation hopeful and
it fills me with sex electricity
It’s the theatre. It won’t be long before we come
out.
Recipe
I take a vast night canvas, a black velvet thing that shags across our vision: this is my void, my dark womb.
(We are unique as a species; we are drawn in subtractive colour)
Then, with a day-glo brush and a fload-load of all sorts of slick language
I draw myself a pink tongue, and acid strips down the middle.
This is our first weapon. This is our first defence.
shield and sword, that is inherent.
Then comes white skin; a stencil, first of a pliable boy
then a priest or a eunuch or a sexual deviant
then a profile on a dating website of a senator in a nappy.
Every image you have of us: a gallery of perversion. (all anyone
ever is)
The hair is made of neon tubing,
Orange pipes, organ drama. the clown in a drag queen, a column unfurling miles high
A curling morass, a tower, ersatz and fucking fierce.
There; and with a inverted triangle hung over the crotch,
(Which is our first power)
that points to our dark secret
(Which is our second power)
The trope is done; the steganonolith like tracers fast along your eyeline
It is magick, it is raw and blinding and filth;
It’s theatre.
We are alien to you, made of colours dark and fluorescent and bright;
We are the paradox of gender.
W-e dance through the other side of the night.
In curling pages of the book they say Lilith came before Eve.
Just as she did, so did we.
Oh, mother, we are something else.
We are something else.
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Author notes
Boom, it's the Masters of Doom; Analconda, Professor Prophylactic, The Bondage Fairy.
I've made assumptions, yes. And I can already see at least one really, really graceless metaphor. But I haven't written anything for months after the chaos that was Peru, so ease me into it.
(Never do cactus, especially not with crazy stoner gringos from the Children of God.)
Please tell me what you think about the secrets of sex and magick and cheap beer and neon in the dark
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Yes. yes. Brilliant.
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when does is it open? did i miss it? do you expect a touring company to take it on the road?
i always question the definition of sexual deviant - don't ask why.
Peru is fascinating. Did you poem about the CHAOS that WAS Peru - sounds like a great poem.
I own all the Secrets of Sex and Magick. I like them. Except when drinking cheap beer. I do like Neon things like glo-sticks. I buy my kids the ones you put in your mouth. They sell them dirt cheap at Ocean State Job Lot -- kind of like a Dollar Store only Less.
A curling morass, a tower, ersatz
that is so fun to say. I will sick it in between Om Blah Blahs. (See Birchwood, What do Men Really Want)
All metaphors are somewhat graceless don't you think? I hate them.
Was that ez enuf. Saintly One.
Lisa
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