Monday, April 27, 2015

15/30 2015

BELETH.--The Thirteenth Spirit is called Beleth (or Bileth, or Bilet). He is a mighty King and terrible. He rideth on a pale horse with trumpets and other kinds of musical instruments playing before him. He is very furious at his first appearance, that is, while the Exorcist layeth his courage; for to do this he must hold a Hazel Wand in his hand, striking it out towards the South and East Quarters, make a triangle, △, without the Circle, and then command him into it by the Bonds and Charges of Spirits as hereafter followeth. And if he doth not enter into the triangle, △, at your threats, rehearse the Bonds and Charms before him, and then he will yield Obedience and come into it, and do what he is commanded by the Exorcist. Yet he must receive him courteously because he is a Great King, and do homage unto him, as the Kings and Princes do that attend upon him. And thou must have always a Silver Ring on the middle finger of the left hand held against thy face, 1 as they do yet before AMAYMON. This Great King Beleth causeth all the love that may be, both of Men and of Women, until the Master Exorcist hath had his desire fulfilled. He is of the Order of Powers, and he governeth 85 Legions of Spirits. His Noble Seal is this, which is to be worn before thee at working.

“Who is she that looketh forth as the morning,
fair as the moon, clear as the sun,
and terrible as an army with banners?”
Solomon 6:10

Which is to say my love is sleeping,
do not wake her,
who carries our sweet and sticky wolves
on her back, through grey days
and the world, ever burning,
bottles ghosts and graveyard dirt.

The hungry gather at our table,
leave stronger,
our orphans, our family
crayon a shipwreck, a whale
a flight of birds

you feed the world your sugar
lay hands on the broken
bid the dead speak and
they sing through you.

O shipwreck siren,
swimming now through the half light
of our blanket-covered windows,
o witch who flies up the chimney
with the smoke, o love, my love
my blood-wife, my breath

wreathe me in your hair, your hips
let our broken tangle together,
a bone fire, a burning ground
a bright and sweet obscenity
that death cannot undo.

Wednesday, April 22, 2015

14/30 2015

SITRI.--The Twelfth Spirit is Sitri. He is a Great Prince and appeareth at first with a Leopard's head and the Wings of a Gryphon, but after the command of the Master of the Exorcism he putteth on Human shape, and that very beautiful. He enflameth men with Women's love, and Women with Men's love; and causeth them also to show themselves naked if it be desired. He governeth 60 Legions of Spirits. His Seal is this, to be worn as a Lamen before thee, etc.

On Rural Route 3, we burned our trash
in a rusted perforated barrel.
It was my chore
by dint of my masculinity,
to tend to the fire.

The mix of circulars and newsprint
the blue fire of ink
the molten plastics
and foul black smoke

Lightening-split oaks
hung over the shower of sparks
in the tumble of trash
my mother's magazines
slick, glossy
the women greased,
their sexes split and pink

afraid of discovery,
I turned the pages with a stick
in the midst of the flame
the oily bellies and half-mast cocks
the red painted mouths and breasts
the tangle of pubic hair and pink labia

all consumed in fire

Tuesday, April 21, 2015

13/30 2015

GUSION.--The Eleventh Spirit in order is a great and strong Duke, called Gusion. He appeareth like a Xenopilus. He telleth all things, Past, Present, and to Come, and showeth the meaning and resolution of all questions thou mayest ask. He conciliateth and reconcileth friendships, and giveth Honour and Dignity unto any. He ruleth over 40 Legions of Spirits. His Seal is this, the which wear thou as aforesaid.

What shall I say of the Cynocephali, whose dog-like head and barking proclaim them beasts rather than men? “
St Augustine

They are situated always on an island
or in mountains over the border,
or beyond the last known place
before the kingdom of Prester John
the men with the heads of dogs
rich in sheep, in leather
mute and gentle
or fierce and warlike
blood drinkers, herders

The god of the underworld,
dog headed, jackal headed,
devourers of souls
the not-men of the island of Doctor Moreau
the wolf in grandmother's dress

the men that are beasts
that are fierce, or loyal
or bare their teeth
when we would bid them heel

Saint Christopher, the dog headed saint
became human on his baptism, they say.

and the men of the cities say
bind them and catch them in nets
and wash them in the river
if they have souls
or work them in the fields
until they die, if they have none
and they are not-men

Enkidu & Gilgamesh
Tonto & The Lone Ranger
& the Ghul, the hyena-headed eater of the dead
cannibals and savages and demons

Barnum said a hunter tracked
Fedor Jeftichew and his father
to a cave in Kostroma
(In Russia)(over the Horizon,)
(beyond the rim of the world)
(under contract in the french circus)
made Jo-Jo the dog-faced boy

Juliana Pastrana, from Sinaloa Mexico
Bought from her mother,
by Theodore Lent
who taught her to sing, to dance
exhibited her throughout Europe
her hair covered face,
her double-row of teeth

Lent filled her belly with a child
who was born with a thick black pelt
and died, and took his mother with him
(that psychopomp, that weigher of hearts)

Lent stuffed his wife and child
and exhibited their bodies
in a glass case ,the wonder of the age
Lent then remarried, another fur covered woman
named her Zenora Pastrana
after Julia, grew rich from his traveling wonder-show

died in a madhouse,
and Julia, unburied,
a faithful taxidermied curiosity
gathered dust in the museum in Norway

Where the pale, smooth, white faced men of Oslo
gawked at her glory, that wonder, that sign,
That demonstration of what it means to be civilized.

12/30 2015

BUER.--The Tenth Spirit is Buer, a Great President. He appeareth in Sagittary, and that is his shape when the Sun is there. He teaches Philosophy, both Moral and Natural, and the Logic Art, and also the Virtues of all Herbs and Plants. He healeth all distempers in man, and giveth good Familiars. He governeth 50 Legions of Spirits, and his Character of obedience is this, which thou must wear when thou callest him forth unto appearance.

Fatherless boys take such mentors as they find,
men with the bodies of beasts,
with poison blood
maddened by their own arrows
jabbed into the arm
these old soldiers, these sages

learn the ways of plants,
how to make a bowl of foil
how to crush a pill on a headstone
stoner apothecaries and junkie professors

This is what it is to be a hero,
to be a pupil of monsters
to learn at the feet of the dying
how to drink, to bluster, to fight
to fix, to die, to hustle

to be a monster is to be god-tainted
to be a sign, made flesh
a cautionary specter, set among the stars
arrow forever cocked at the scorpion's heart

the boy with addled brains, hit by a train
the old man with his head full of purple ghosts
the drunks behind the liquor store
who will buy a case for a bottle

 all my teachers gone to dust

11/30 2015

 PAIMON.--The Ninth Spirit in this Order is Paimon, a Great King, and very obedient unto LUCIFER. He appeareth in the form of a Man sitting upon a Dromedary with a Crown most glorious upon his head. There goeth before him also an Host of Spirits, like Men with Trumpets and well sounding Cymbals, and all other sorts of Musical Instruments. He hath a great Voice, and roareth at his first coming, and his speech is such that the Magician cannot well understand unless he can compel him. This Spirit can teach all Arts and Sciences, and other secret things. He can discover unto thee what the Earth is, and what holdeth it up in the Waters; and what Mind is, and where it is; or any other thing thou mayest desire to know. He giveth Dignity, and confirmeth the same. He bindeth or maketh any man subject unto the Magician if he so desire it. He giveth good Familiars, and such as can teach all Arts. He is to be observed towards the West. He is of the Order of Dominations. 1 He hath under him 200 Legions of Spirits, and part of them are of the Order of Angels, and the other part of Potentates. Now if thou callest this Spirit Paimon alone, thou must make him some offering; and there will attend him two Kings called LABAL and ABALIM, and also other Spirits who be of the Order of Potentates in his Host, and 25 Legions. And those Spirits which be subject unto them are not always with them unless the Magician do compel them. His Character is this which must be worn as a Lamen before thee, etc.

And we have sought [to reach] the heaven but found it filled with powerful guards and burning flames. Surah 72:8

In Persian, meaning 'pact” or “promise”
The black djinn of Solomon
who bound those subject to him
to build the temple, to raise the stones
to bind the others,
those hole-dwellers, bone eaters

the 32 invisibles,
and al Khidir, the green one
The undying, eternal other
roaring and roaring
in the godless dark

when the moon was eclipsed,
I drank beer in my backyard
and watched a translucent crescent
cut through the clouds
above the mound-city
above Wright Patterson airforce base

In winter, we climbed atop the hill
with flashlights, and the stars swung about
and flashed in return, a great triangle of light
and one was there, and went away, and returned

the stars themselves holes, pierced in a bowl
beyond which a smokeless fire, forever burning
the planets pushed round their tracks
by the angels
the earth set in the darkness of the firmament
or upheld by a tree, a beanstalk
round which the saucers zip merrily
the hollow earth and secret city
the ladder betwixt earth and heaven

saw once, on state route 139
a great blood bell of a thing
sitting on the highway in the fog

in the desert,
I saw black helicopters hover over the highway
chasing glowing, hovering lights
the cars pulled over to watch
I have climbed the hills at night
to greet the secret kings of the earth
and heard their breath,
tapped tables with the dead
my grandfather saw a man, with a book
at the foot of his bed
a whirl of glowing light in the forest
a green deer
my father, a fish the size of a truck

I have sung myself sick with

things that cannot be true.

Monday, April 20, 2015

10/30 2015

(8.) BARBATOS.--The Eighth Spirit is Barbatos. He is a Great Duke, and appeareth when the Sun is in Sagittary, with four noble Kings and their companies of great troops. He giveth understanding of the singing of Birds, and of the Voices of other creatures, such as the barking of Dogs. He breaketh the Hidden Treasures open that have been laid by the Enchantments of Magicians. He is of the Order of Virtues, of which some part he retaineth still; and he knoweth all things Past, and to come, and conciliateth Friends and those that be in Power. He ruleth over 30 Legions of Spirits. His Seal of Obedience is this, the which wear before thee as aforesaid.

What have I done to you, that you have struck me these three times?

When the warble fly or Hypoderma lays its eggs
the host animals tongue scoops up the gestating larvae
they travel through the stomach
and rise, to the surface
they leave, in their wake a substance called
butcher's jelly”
and the larvae poke breathing holes
through the skin.

The Cymothoa exigua crawls inside the fishes mouth
extracting blood from the tongue
till it withers then it replaces the tongue,
and lives, in its place
in the fishes mouth.
acts as surrogate
living on blood and the fish's meals.
shitting it's own blood
into the dark hall of the fish's throat

Ophiocordyceps unilateralis
a fungus, takes over the ant's brain
and drives it up into the canopy,
till it clings to a leaf, and dies
and a fruiting body bursts through the head.
to be eaten by birds
In response, ant colonies have evolved
some sense of the possessed,
carry it far from the city
that no other is inspected with this spore
allow it to climb and die alone.

Toxoplasma gondi,
present in the shit of cats
in the brain of rats
makes them bolder, madder
more inclined to be eaten
less afraid of the smell of cat piss
crazed, inspired, schizophrenic

the god lives in the animal
brought before the horned altar
in the butterflies and blood and ergot-black bread
and the god is death

toxoplasmi gondii lives in the brains of men
they are filled with god
until they cannot hold him anymore
the birds tell them the secret name
till the dogs speak affably, seductively
and the flies sing hosannas

Birds sing blenders,
sing cellphone
sing bad starter in a 67 Malibu
sing grocery store checkout laser
sing shotgun

Dogs howl down the moon.

Wednesday, April 15, 2015

9/30 2015


--The Seventh Spirit is Amon. He is a Marquis great in power, and most stern. He appeareth like a Wolf with a Serpents tail, vomiting out of his mouth flames of fire; but at the command of the Magician he putteth on the shape of a Man with Dog's teeth beset in a head like a Raven; or else like a Man with a Raven's head (simply). He telleth all things Past and to Come. He procureth feuds and reconcileth controversies between friends. He governeth 40 Legions of Spirits. His Seal is this which is to be worn as aforesaid, etc.

In St. Liborius, in the interminable afternoons
the dust motes singing, illuminated
by the soft gore of the saints
the pale chipped paint of the heavens,
and gilt spangled stars,
the carpeted kneelers.

we sang your name.

Unknown, invisible god of the desert
patron of the poor, sun below the horizon
ram-horned sun

did you know, then
all things to come?
The house on fire,
my fathers hands,
the thronging of dead
on the shore of your black river?
Your storm-sewer, your hidden sun?
All things before?

Wolf and serpent, crow and dog
housefire and truck.

We poor, supplicated you,
the end of every plastic prayer
the mystery of mysteries
secret name of the nameless

through him, with him, in him
in the unity of the holy spirit
all glory and honor is yours
almighty father, amen

you the blue-painted funeral
you the ram horned god of the dark
you invisible, you avenger
you sower of discord and harmony

you unopening door.

8/30 2015


The Sixth Spirit is Valefor. He is a mighty Duke, and appeareth in the shape of a Lion with an Ass's Head, bellowing. He is a good Familiar, but tempteth them he is a familiar of to steal. He governeth 10 Legions of Spirits. His Seal is this, which is to be worn, whether thou wilt have him for a Familiar, or not.

In the military PX, my stepfather
in uniform, is flirting with the cashier
(not my mother)
he leans, casually against the counter
and is laughing (not his real laugh)
while his left hand is filling
his cargo pockets
with chocolate bars.

Here is a knife, I got it somewhere
here is a sword, a book on magic
here is a deck of tarot cards
a cow's skull, a black candle

He is climbing through the window
of the projection booth
of the shuttered theater
and I am carrying a flashlight
that dimly lights
the last spool of Rambo,
still in the projector,
the darkened house,
behind the screen, the storeroom
of old pornographic posters,
of projector bulbs
a leaf blower, assorted memorabilia

here is a guitar, I got it
out of the back of a truck
here are some records
here is Metal Hurlant,
Eerie, Creepie, Vampirella
here is a box of books

In the dark drawer, here is a pistol
here is a magazine, with a woman
bound, upside down
here is a bottle of whiskey
an ancient hit of blotter acid

Here is the backseat of the car
soaked in blood and the slow fat flies
here is a glass pipe, a broken lip

here is death, and death and death.

Wednesday, April 8, 2015

7/30 2015


The fifth Spirit is Marbas. He is a Great President, and appeareth at first in the form of a Great Lion, but afterwards, at the request of the Master, he putteth on Human Shape. He answereth truly of things Hidden or Secret. He causeth Diseases and cureth them. Again, he giveth great Wisdom and Knowledge in Mechanical Arts; and can change men into other shapes. He governeth 36 Legions of Spirits. And his Seal is this, which is to be worn as aforesaid.

The engines of Hell and East Chicago
melt steel, stones, slag
without rest.
shower Sulpher, Benzene, Hexane
secret apothecaries of the virulent air

The mouthless doctors rain radiation
on the tubers and growths
of that terrible forest
this is called curing
like meat hung in smoke

these subtle engines,
lenses and knives
this unlight and it's images
hellebore and henbane

to cease the blossoming of black threads
in the blood, unravel the knot
tied by the malicious, the greedy
the bezoar stones,
the jewels from the toad's head.
This terrible garden

in the sterile rooms, they cut away
the heart,the lungs, the rotten Pith
the opening of the mouth
is called healing

time is a physician, and death.

what shapes  will we inhabit
when we have been shaped,
by what they have cut away,
by the bone and sinew we have lost
the blood and marrow freely given
what faces we will wear?

walking head upright, 
in the marshes
the going forth by day

6/30 2015


The Fourth Spirit is Samigina, a Great Marquis.
He appeareth in the form of a little Horse or Ass,
and then into Human shape doth he change himself
at the request of the Master.
He speaketh with a hoarse voice.
He ruleth over 30 Legions of Inferiors.
He teaches all Liberal Sciences,
and giveth account of Dead Souls
that died in sin.

Tell here of Chuck
in the gas station bathroom
of Tim at his table
of George, at the intersection
of the drunks, the pillhead funerals
of the carcrash and heroin
those who dies in sin.

Your unfinished bottles,
your water beds and pickups
your floor in the center of the party

Here is a horse,
to find you in the secret house
to call you back into the day,
you dust-eaters, you toilers
to call you to the edge of the fire
and bid you sing.


Here is hell and the mountain
here each finds his bed,
these wrecks, drifting into the deep
the sunken town, it's church-bell ringing
in the lake
here is a house forever on fire,
a chapel of disbelief,
a river of crime
an orchestra of bones

of the other place,
say nothing.
that bright silence
that swallows children

without apology.

According to Wierus, he summons into the presence of the exorcist the souls of drowned men and of those detained in Purgatory, called magically Cartagra--that is, the affliction of souls. They assume an aĆ«rial body, are visible to sight and reply to questions. Another version says that Gamygyn tarries with the exorcist till he has accomplished his desires.

Tuesday, April 7, 2015

5/30 2015


The Third Spirit is a Mighty Prince, being of the same nature as Agares.
He is called Vassago. This Spirit is of a Good Nature, and his office is to declare things Past and to Come, and to discover all things Hid or Lost.

For the king of Babylon will stop at the fork in the road,
at the junction of the two roads, to seek an omen:
He will cast lots with arrows, he will consult his idols, he will examine the liver.
Ezekiel 21:21

The world is a dice-box,
a bag of stones
a deck of cards is a book
we shake, shuffle, rewrite

The suicide king,
Jack with one eye
the queen of spades
collide, run through
a forest of shovels,
of cudgels,
of bloody hearts
and stones.

The railroad bible,
the thrown bones
and cowry shells
burnt oferings and the flight of birds
the counting of days
of arrow staves
haruspicy and bloody mirrors
return to us what is lost
the dead boys from the river
the girls from the soft black dirt

the days and hours that the clock has eaten
the boy I was, who threw the bones
to see through the mirror, darkly,
my son now, in the halls of the shadow,

this future, out of all possible
the lives I won in the house of knives
this unanswered riddle
going forth by day

here is a shrouded figure,
here a drowned man
here is the skull of a parricide.
A black cockeral, a hangman's rope

here is a garden, the river.

A full house.

4/30 2015


He...cometh up in the form of an old fair Man,
riding upon a Crocodile, carrying a Goshawk upon his fist,
and yet mild in appearance.
He maketh them to run that stand still, and bringeth back runaways.
He teaches all Languages or Tongues presently.
He hath power also to destroy Dignities both Spiritual and Temporal,
and causeth Earthquakes. He was of the Order of Virtues.

Old men and memory
runaways and deserters
what good these nobles of hell
their menageries?

Say it is a memory house.
The crocodile is the sewer
where we crawled into the hill
listening for rising water
the great dusty room under the levy
the dim sunlight streaming in a single shaft
the fear and panic of the lower brain

on his fist,
the hawks that circled in the thermal air
in the river-valley bowl
the hilltop above the trainyards
where the names of the dead are spraypainted
one atop the other
where the ashes of old fires
shelter under the overcropping rock
where the wind bites clear of breath

Who then, the old man?
Is it Moon, arguing with the angels
his hands jammed in his pockets
or spread out, gingerly
on a pawnshop piano?
His head filled with purple?

Or myself,
greyer each day
each day closer to my own private dark

these are the tongues I teach.
these are the runaways I return
those run down into the dark beneath the hill
those names painted where the hawks circle
this is the earth I shake.

Saturday, April 4, 2015

3/30 2015

Bael or Baal.

He appeareth in divers shapes,
sometimes like a Cat,
sometimes like a Toad,
and sometimes like a Man,
and sometimes all these forms at once.
He speaketh hoarsely.

In the Dictionaire Infernal, he is first
The King of the East, three headed
a sad, crowned head,
a goggle-eyed frog
a sweet-faced domestic cat,
conjoined in an amorphous body
a mock trinity
perched atop skittering spider legs.

Once god in Canaan, Baal-Hadad
lord of thunderstorms and the marriage bed.
Once title, meaning “master,
owner, keeper, husband”

Baal-Hamon, god of the fire
of the doomed city of Carthage
whence came Aeneas, his father on his back
and toppled the queen down to hell
from whence came Hannibal,
and shook the gates of Rome
of which St Augustine, says
To Carthage I came
where sang all around me...
a cauldron of unholy loves

Ba'al Ze'bul
lord of the high place
of the lofty dwelling
(of flies, and pestilence)
(of the contract, of the covenant)

He is the toppled king,
the bad dad,
the usurped prince.
The kingdom of rebellion,
of insurrection,
of stone circles
and the bones of pigs.

In the chalked circle,
on a basement floor we called him,
we fatherless boys.
We dared him, we prodded
And he came, to glower in the dark
at the names in circles,
from the dark of the sump-pump well
from the black cat's head,
the charcoal'ed gate
left his smear on the stones,
red wax and rotten luck,
a whiff of bad chemistry.

now my son knocks on his door
and thinks he sees something past the candlelight
that squats, that pretends to obey
a lord of flies, of lies

I throw salt over my shoulder, for luck
get thee behind me
at the end of each shift, 
I cap the bottles against vinegar flies
scrub sugar from the rails
clean drains and floor
charms against corruption.

Come home to the dark house
where I am master, keeper,
owner, husband.

To be a father is to be a devil,
to be the villain in someone's story.
to be a god that falls, again and again.

Still to come when you are conjured.

Thursday, April 2, 2015

2/30 2015


Adorn us in thrift-store leather,
in Botanica saints and hieroglyphs
in heavy metal gift shop tee shirts
in such Sigils as we have wrought,
in black robes and bedsheets
in crowns of thornwood,
in upside-down cross earrings
and pentacles on black shoelace
in wax and oil, in shaven heads
and headbanging hair.

I will clothe me in the armor of the Most High

Wrap us in arrogance
in heads filed with mysteries
with alien architects and dime bags
gird us in the enlightenment of
paperback magick and blotter acid epiphanies
in the shoplifted tarot,

the black candle basements.