Apricot jubilee, fairies of debris, secret chanting rhyming sanctuary. My prayer circle is a satellite that turns with my sister. I’ve been waiting for thee, now I give up my hopes rhythmically, in the crosses of my camel’s heels and humps, I release cells of celluloid into a fountain.
I release calls without retreat.
I enter the darkness in the end.
I release dust into the void.
I call in the name no one can hear, in the sound of shattered voices, in the ground shaping paces, in the face of a vision.
I have one drop of crystal water on my lotus brow, between all my scattered opal eyes, staring they keep the wax picture of winter’s community half-full at midnight, a whispered dance in the curtains nurturing the east.
I am carbon ash, wherever I light the flame it is the same light and gentle tone, the jet stream’s lazy hand, satin changes and steel contracts.
I am empty in my laughter.
She acts afraid washing my apron and chain, I feel safe with all my scars, with my lesions and tattoos, laughing along in the lilac parade, looking for the catalog of extinct flying birds available for consumption at any time.
Mazes of the stances of a soldier’s last day and the breath of an undersea glider, love’s first potion at dawn, diving over the edge and glimpses of freedom’s silhouette
fade to orderly homecoming forgotten equanimity.
Equal belief, equal belent
All glimpses begin as dreams, all movements begin as steam.
Straight jackets and silken robes.
The seed’s dreaming heart, always reborn solitarily in itself, delivered up by dendritic hooves, lacing baskets and drawing bows,
tiny packages talking tiny whispers,
islands underneath the skin,
islands without time,
islands rolling through blinking rippled cathode moon hourglasses,
winnowing shadows, sunburn marrow, finds hunger’s next sigh,
leaving crafty values around language, around smiles,
to keep unburying, electric entanglement washes riddles with oil.
tremors never wasted on feelings, nostrils’ precious home,
trachea crucifixion before fresh ripped blanket ecology,
string blooming recollection juices anticipation,
just inside elongated empty eye regret circuits around the shade,
with a song and a rhythm with a name of its own,
with a place to land, a place to be born,
a place of waxing and waning and wanting,
a place dreaming of a way to get to you,
a place that is dream to make you his own,
a haunted vision of shipwrecks out on the desert.
all the stars dreaming into each other,
spiral soft shell honk and a knife edged eye spilling spider webs,
berry lips and slip jaws hot arachnid footprints in delicious
scorched wheels flying continental drifts, heat wave weaves
sympathetic traces in new skin turn flawless looking spinning
around blue breeze train, consecrated bony fire scratches
precious history rings, gifts spinning in the radiant sea,
glints stabbing through kinesthetic dreams, weaving wet hanging
heavy heaving fading falling free breath filament throwbacks, wetbacks, immigrants of the noosphere, walking Aphrodite in the dust of conformity, tears teeth tongues worn weak in the moon silver heartbreak trance doorway over the green growing grasshopper catalyst crossover correction ocean, flower-bird circle flies toward another eye lens inverse equation, watching whirlwinds without words, adrift on a sail turning the page bellowing without resistance, shine and shadow to force and inertia, every moment is a solstice and apocalypse of desert wombs bell tree
sliding lotus, island brightness, my hands turn, lily reaching, orchid dancing, lilac distance,
Sunday, May 2, 2010
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