(the rebellion of Kairos/the seduction of Chronos)
Chronos,
your tick-a-tock
chock-a-block
brick on brick
ruler clock
sets the limits
counts the minutes.
Straight,
perpetuate,
you count the change,
the losses, the gains,
you count the cost,
no coin’s tossed.
Clickety-clack
snicker-snap
mousetrap
you’ve clapped
a regulator
on circumstance.
There’s no chance.
In your bolts and nuts
no fuss or muss,
no blood or guts
no love no lust
no ashes no dust.
One, two, three, four,
march straight up your corridor,
eyes right, ears tight,
no one needs to know what for,
close the door,
keep the score.
—-
Chronos,
your machined march marches forth
procrustean, relentless, remorseless force.
Die-cast, produced en masse,
sit still, sit straight,
cookie cutter concentrate,
head cover, tuck, nip,
claw, wing, clit clip.
Chronos,
your browbeating blinkered blind battering broke us.
Wild Children –
dream dashed,
heart broken,
vision smashed,
down trodden –
crumble,
collapse,
succumb,
conform,
become,
the Mob March
that beats your drum, drum, drum.
How young it starts.
But Chronos,
some slipped,
some tripped off your smack track,
and some your hammers missed.
Some were too quick, some were too strong,
and some were useless to you, too far gone.
The more you hammered on them
the more their strings and gongs
sang freedom songs.
Feelers,
they fell,
through the cracks
of your trap track.
Fallen,
they felt,
the fracture
between your click and your clack,
they felt the gap
between your tick and your tock,
they felt the stroke
between your piston pops,
they felt the holes
between your spokes,
they felt the crevasse
between your 1 and your 0,
they felt the fractures
in your closed window,
they felt the hollow
in your indomitable No,
and through those Os
the love
flows.
And so,
while your beatings bled us,
even broke us,
they did not defeat us,
they did not deny us.
Chronos,
we defy you.
We use the blood that pumps from our wounds
to slip a tricky slick sickle into you.
—
O Chronos,
you’ve made us old,
and now old,
we’ve come to know you far too well.
Yes, we see that you’re blind,
and now we’ve learned to read between your lines,
and decode your mighty spells.
We’ve felt and found the rhythm of your perpetual precision.
We raise your rhythm
and overdrive its simple,
predictable,
thrust.
We delay,
drag your beat back,
weigh your beat down,
mimic your clicks
then slip in glitch.
We’ve learned the cheats that round your brutal beats
into a blessed rhythmic rollicking wild grind.
Your forced march,
grinding forth,
grinding down,
grounding down,
ground down…
arouses us.
We sow seeds of wild chaos across
your rows of ordered symmetry.
We rewrite blind rites
tying them to meaning.
We reroute ruts so they reach streams,
and dig down deep
so your source
bursts forth.
We hang up your habits,
deshabillez-vous,
string up your strung out
so they sing us their tunes.
We rock and we roll you,
glean the meaning from your force,
through pure contact, pure feel,
we tap, grasp and squeeze your source.
O Chronos,
we send your remorseless tick-tock clickety-clack off track.
We tick your clock off,
bend your springs back,
pull the pins from your tracks,
spread them wide
and dive inside.
——-
With our urge driven rhythm we couple our trains
and train our coupling to delight.
Our copious steam blows our love along a track
that makes its way as it goes
following where the love grows.
Sensual, undulation, wriggle, squeeze, touch,
we find the path from a forehead,
to cheeks, nose, lips,
down bare throat,
clefts, blessed nipples,
along a ridge of ribs,
across a free open belly,
across a hinge of hips.
A mouth,
finds its way,
with tongue and with lips.
So this is the way we grow,
right into one other,
drinking one another,
riding a horse which spurs us.
Following, driven and driving thrall,
Pumping, pulling and pulled by thrall,
Striving to ride a wild thrall
right into one another.
Pumping and pulling and pulled,
Filled and filling towards verging,
Filled and filling towards bursting.
Skin on skin,
nerves to nerves,
Chronos, thralled, you’re our eternal combustion engine:
a perpetual pump pulsing
on the heat from its own friction
its stroked stoked fire, followed,
a bellows breathing,
rise and fall and rise and fall and rise and fall,
grappling, grasping, gasping along the last burning verge vestiges of thrall…
O dirge
O bursting gushing full body being blasts,
dam burst all seams,
glorious grand gushings,
outrageous shared abandon.
We drench one another,
soaked through,
full filled fully,
fully fulfilled,
fully fallen,
O longing gone,
O ground, ground, ground…
——-
In the beginning,
All that is is breath, one breath,
blessed being interbreathing,
lung cages enmeshed.
Then a gasp
of surprise, delight, wonder, joy,
enlivenlonging bursts beyond another blessed edge,
as one breath laughs into two.
A blessed divine outrageous consensuous joyous laughing laughing laughtering.
All the scattercrack chatter bones,
barren bitter pinion pins,
torture-go-rounds,
straight jacket madhouses,
disablers, cripplers,
regret wrecks,
soul blights,
cages, traps,
are blown
into a ripe rippling rising balloon,
blown up and up and bloom bursting into
a gut wrenching rib cracking shaking quaking uncontrollable overflowing laughtering.
A spontaneous joyous seizure spasm
which so fully blows the hinges and clasps
off all the closed doors, enforced walls and locked windows,
the whole house falls,
hits the ground…
and springs.
A sea of brown fallen leaves
rises up into the trees
bursts into colour
and goes green.
Muted, muzzled
horns,
find their tornadoes,
and blow, full-throated, wholely free.
Dead dust,
touched by starlight,
bursts into a Phoenix of flames.
Ashes condense into clay,
writhe and configure
into lithe bones,
which leap into play.
A giggling angel dips her flaming halo
into our mortal pool
and drinks.
———————–
Chronos,
here are worlds to roam,
and our pleasure, vivid pulse, and wild wisdom,
peel your bitter rind,
render your force into living form and meaning,
and let your hard hidden sweet fruit gush free.
Chronos
we roll out your Os:
we barrel roll them,
we hoola-hoop and cheerio them,
we loop the loop them,
we fly right through them.
O Chronos
we bring out your O
we sing your O
O we O
out of time
in this moment
I am O and O I am
and O we are O we are O we are O.