Convoluted Revolt

In your mouth there is democracy
There is dictatorship
Forget the sensuality of the tongue
That appeases the naked and pure flesh
Descend, drown yourself in the folds
Break the bonds.
As long as churches and parties reign
banks and markets
we shall live anxious and aching
Shackled citizens

Whether it be the fault of gods or humans
We live like confined cattle
Feeble and profane beings

Whether with the gods or work or ourselves
Know that we live
In constant confinement

Think of the absurdity of incest
but it is not you who fucks your beautiful daughters
Think of how much you toil
but it is not this bread you eat
You think but you don’t think
but it is not your fault
nor his who usurps his own life
But ours!
ours
damn it
that we render barren
in the womb of the world
and wait for it to be born…

Use your rod, man!
and thrust into the earth so many times
the size of your hunger
shed your clothes
and live in nakedness
follow the flowers
and claim your right to pleasure.

Strip away these words
and live in silence
listen and have them all
set ideology aside
the discourse that seems sensible
and live off the cunning
of this incoherence
fiery in your chest,
let neither good nor evil burn you
but precisely the madness
that is to say,
the coherence.