(no subject)
“ALL
those ships that never sailed
the ones with their seacocks open
that were scuttled in their stalls
TODAY
i bring them back
HUGE AND INTRANSITORY
and let them sail
FOREVER!”*
if ever
there were currents
uncurrent
the wind
could not serve as
truth’s currency
CURRENTLY
MOON MARKED
AND
SUN SPARKED
UNMARKED BILLS
WILL i AM
CERTAIN
i SPEAK A NEW LANGUAGE
as is ALWAYS
THE FIRST SIGN
of a
NEW AGE
i had begun to believe my blackened toenails
were on a path to decay when, in truth,
they had begun the gradual process of
CRYSTALLIZATION.
i am he who walks on wind scorned feet with toenails of
AMETHYST AND ROSE QUARTZ.
my path now crystal clear.
i AM COME TO TELL YOU
SHE IS HERE.
it is not written
NO pen MAN ship
was ever CARGOED
with her character
NOTE:
BOOKS ARE CAREFULLY FOLDED FORESTS
void of autumn
BOUND FROM THE
SUN
Likewise, she made her residence
ON THE OUTSKIRTS
OF A SHADOWING HISTORY
ON THE DARKSIDE OF THE MOON
where the searchlight of the sun
COULD NOT SPOT HER
nor rot her
the seed of forbidden fruit
every tree
HAS A HIDDEN ROOT
YET, SHE HAS
COME TO LIGHT
THE SWELLING PATCHWORK
OF VIBRANT DREAMS
YES, THERE IS A SCIENCE
TO THE AROMA
OF SLEEPING WOMEN
(AND TO THINK OF THE GIRLFRIEND I WAS TEMPTED TO BREAK UP WITH BECAUSE SHE SLEPT TOO MUCH)
I now know, they NURTURED her there:
They slept in packs
Dreamt in cycles
NURSED HER IN SHIFTS
and BECAME her
ON ROTATION
unnamed her
everytime she was named
so she would not be known to anyone
(even unto herself)
Undressed her
everytime she was dressed
so she would not be
recognized
as anyone other than
herself
they blindfolded her
and spun her
in circles
so she would
find her way here
by no other means
than her intuition
and
she
is
come
i am a simple disoriented man
In her presence
I wear my loincloth
over my eyes
and ejaculate
too soon
forgive me father
for i have sinned
i prayed to you
and cupped
the wind
and in doing so
barred her entry
into a century:
100 years
Of solitude
(yes, the wind is the moon’s imagination wandering)
i will now pray
with my hands
outstretched
With these psalms
etched
into my palms