Levi Okla
September 7, 2020
The goal of psychoanalysis
is to turn neurotic suffering into normal human misery
Obsession as attempt to solve ambivalence felt to be
dangerous
Smoldering reek of shame
Blood smiles out at me.
You can’t turn it off
Diversion to diversion to diversion to diversion
Septic shock
Excising ruptured vestigal structure
Spilt and Split
Gagging on soggy sucked thumb
rocking to sleep
makes you nauseous.
A maternal mal du mer.
Psychosomatic
death
Malocclusive
hyperstimulation
Ragequiver upon re-dis-covering
the same tender pinkness under clawed off scabs
Do you consider anguish a fulfilled means of existence?
Do you think your anguish must last forever?
It can be vibrant
It can be beautiful
Identification with the aggressor
Choke Chain
Anger thinly hidden like dog's teeth
Dissections
and
multitudes
Softly
splitting
open in
thrumming
dark
False
miniature
Paper-deaths
In stillness,
Infinitesimal graspings
And heavy-eyed dolor
If you're hurled into a ravine you can devise
a rope
But you might have to cut off a limb
Earth has no sorrow heaven cannot heal
What is sacred?
What is a curse?
Everyday we're in hell
Have fun or die trying
Pupuration
Strangulated
Enveloped in a labial silence
Buzzing rhythms of flesh stretched and rent
Tumescent sore
a redolent opening
Stop hitting yourself!
Fractured selfhood
Disrupted form