Hermes, The Transformer
Long before serving as the winged-footed icon of Western Union
Hermes, you were the messenger of the gods.
Hail to you, my father, shape-shifter and trickster,
God of transformations, and of boundary crossings,
God of bankers, magicians, and thieves,
Your sacred blood courses through me now.
I first met you in our backyard on the Fourth of July.
Disguised as my adoptive father, you held a long torch
Like a magic wand and two round black bits of coal
Which you ceremoniously transformed into serpents
Swirling round your magical staff like a caduceus.
To me these bits looked like discarded chocolate cigarette butts
Until you torched them, awakening them to life like salmanders
writhing out of control, fizzing and belching dark smoke.
These dark dragons wriggled towards me menacingly
Before they died choking in fitful gasps,
like Chinese farts stinking up the humid summer air.
I was an innocent child, looking up to you, ripe for your rape.
The price for the illusion making power you gave me
was surrendering my innocence and sealing my lips.
In you I observed the process of transformation.
Thus, you initiated me into your priesthood.
I only knew you as "Tony" my adoptive father.
I had not yet witnessed your shape-shifting powers
Your magic tricks and the art of self-transformation.
As your penis became engorged and blossomed in your hands
spewing its milk all over me, you gasped in ecstasy.
In awe I watched you unsheath your wand, rub it vigorously,
and transform yourself ino Hermes, Mephisto and even Lucifer.
Then I saw through a glass darkly.
Now I see the truth clearly.
From the beginning of time
You were lurking in the shadows.
A dark angel, waiting to seduce me,
As soon as I was old enough
To be initiated into your phallic fraternity.
Thus began my lifelong fascination with magic.
and the power of magical illusion-creation which
I was later to use in my poems, photographs, and films.
You showed me the power of imagination,
and how truth and illusion, faith and fear,
lie in the eyes of the beholder.
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