Say-Thing

Pornography is the most intense form of prayer
The screams are always working around what one hears
As the name of the holy father..."Oh! My God..."

For The Other Bacon...

He turned.
Facing the back.
A sliding-point
Was created in
The curtain.
His arse--
Another curtain,
Closing on the
Virgin paper-pulp.
A very white mind,
Very little hair on the surface.
Next to little trace of growth.
A rimless exit
From the historical farts.
Unheeded, unfinished
And yet to be undone.
No Second Coming or
Second Troy for him.
Not even the Anti-Christ.
Just another man, ungiven
Failing to master the image
Like an excrement.

(Trying to verbalize the great painting by Francis Bacon)