I’m going to kill T. S. Eliot
︎︎︎ Philip Traylen
︎ May 19, 2026
The next-to-ness of cleanliness
and Godliness, by this means
I enter the room, I chill for a
while amid the pine, the roots,
bits and bobs, a vision of
love, shattering light is
that what I want to do
today or just plough
the fields the critique of pure
reason style? You’re so
attractive, it’s confused
me, the shattering light,
the plough, the woman,
the holy trinity of which
each element is a holy
trinity, how long
can I endure it well
it doesn’t matter, knowledge
arrives last, knocks
on the wrong door and
the orgasm passes off
without a hitch, the morning
follows, cat-like, expansive,
settling down across everything,
the regality of thing-shaped
silence. The flesh
rides the bone quite
contently—
and Godliness, by this means
I enter the room, I chill for a
while amid the pine, the roots,
bits and bobs, a vision of
love, shattering light is
that what I want to do
today or just plough
the fields the critique of pure
reason style? You’re so
attractive, it’s confused
me, the shattering light,
the plough, the woman,
the holy trinity of which
each element is a holy
trinity, how long
can I endure it well
it doesn’t matter, knowledge
arrives last, knocks
on the wrong door and
the orgasm passes off
without a hitch, the morning
follows, cat-like, expansive,
settling down across everything,
the regality of thing-shaped
silence. The flesh
rides the bone quite
contently—