Joyce’s Ulysses
The Normal Monster
sings in the Green Sahara
The voice and offal
of the image of God
make Celtic noises
in these lyrical hells
Hurricanes
of reasoned musics
reap the uncensored earth
The loquent consciousness
of living things
pours in torrential languages
The elderly colloquists
the Spirit and the Flesh
are out of tongue
The Spirit
is impaled upon the phallus
Phoenix
of Irish fires
lighten the Occident
with Ireland’s wings
flap pandemoniums
of Olympian prose
and satinize
the imperial Rose
of Gaelic perfumes—
England
the sadistic mother
embraces Erin
Master
of meteoric idiom
present
The word made flesh
and feeding upon itself
with erudite fangs
The sanguine
introspection of the womb
Don Juan
of Judea
upon a pilgrimage
to the Libido
The press
purring
its lullabies to sanity
Christ capitalized
scourging
incontrite usurers of destiny
in hole and corner temples
And hang
The soul’s advertisements
outside the ecclesiast’s Zoo
A gravid day
spawns
gutteral gargoyles
upon the Tower of Babel
Empyrean emporium
where the
rejector-recreator
Joyce
flashes the giant reflector
on the sub rosa
