MEAT JOY

for JM–G

Leopold Bloom ate with relish the inner organs of beasts and fowls
— James Joyce

The gizzards of chickens
are suckled with frenzied
slurps and the bones
are marrowed by tongues
that probe the insides
for gelatinous globs of fat.

Teeth that bit femurs
and ribs and tibias
are gnawing on ulnas
and clavicles, stripping
the flesh from the scraps
to be tossed to the pigs.

Chewing on claws
for the knuckle-meat,
an ecstasy of gristle
and skin that sticks
in teeth like gum
and spills down chins.

JOYSPRICK DREAM

To know someone else beyond love and hate, beyond vanity and remorse,
beyond human possibility almost, is his extravagant desire.


1.


To Bed — To Bed!
About your drawers? This is all nonsense darling.
the last drop of seed has hardly been squirted;
tender, pitiful worship of you.


2.


Write the dirty words big and underline them
and kiss them and hold them
— never never never —
the passion and sorrow and mystery of life
with your hair flying loose, naked,
to make filthy signs;
your long tickling fingers
in the dark at night did your fingers.


3.


Have I shocked you by the dirty things?
To displease you, something trivial even:
Fuck me into you!


4.


Then you were ashamed,
fingers fondling and tickling my ballocks.
I have come and the foolery is over.


5.


I wish you would smack me or flog me?
Are you offended dear?


6.


I dream of you in filthy poses sometimes,
cunt is a mass of slime.
No use continuing.


7.


But make me get myself cured,
(dirtiest are the most beautiful?)
obscene and secret and filthy;
the two parts of your body —
body wriggling wildly.


8.


You hand an arse full of farts that night,
the wet and windy farts I imagine fat wives have,
those heavenly exciting filthy words
— fat and stiff —
feel a man's or a boy's cock
(wants me to roger her arseways)
Now for your questions!


9.


Shit? I wonder how you do it?
Came off through your fingers
in as many new ways as your lust would suggest;
a whorish movement of your mouth.
Shit it down softly.


10.


Even to meet my eyes
my dirty little fuckbird;
obscene word I remember well
you want me to lick your cunt.


The love of my verse
stop with a click of revolver,
dirtiest fucking thing I ever gave you,
little cock at the end of your cunt.


11.


Sudden immodest noise,
hands clutching the round cushions.
"Darling mine, I love you!"
The kitchen table.
"Fuck up, Love! Fuck up, Love!"
Finger or fingers up into
— fuck fuck fuck fuck —
The open shape of your upturned dress,
frigging your cunt in the closet.


12.


My little frigging mistress! My little frigging whore!
Even not in play
your shameless tongue came bursting out,
a whore's glow in your slumberous eyes.
"Do you come in the act of shitting?"
"Hand or hands under?"


13.


Be sure you sprinkle the legs of them.
Slip inside like mice.