Red
hard, the way.
we’re built,
to never ever wonder why.
Child
Keep your balance
Don’t fall one way
Or another
War has come up 3 times
Body is 6:33 a.m.
Winging an investigation
On my newly fucked
And feeling child
No people from my past remain
For they have changed as have I
At the foot of the moment, when you feel
Your whole being,
Whole life, every person, every poem, every thought, every pulse, every taste, every
Fuck, every kiss, every face, every sight, every ground, every hiss, every footstep, every breath,
Every song, every brain soaking rain, every ink-stain
Child diseased said they
Life squeezed
Brain left out too long in the rain
Mischievous this child, too old for her youth
6:33p.m. turned to 6:33a.m. turned to light again
Carries the stars away
Stoned
The cyclone
Stops
Can see
Here. . .
There’s no one exactly
Cause your all where you are
Faces
I still never know
How to see
Those
Luminous
Each one that passes paralyses
Secret that pulses through beast, breast, breath, body
That distant horn
Those colored lights
From the place I left
To the place I go
That violin bow rubs against my body
Music, far off, but edible
Be it the moon,
A traffic light,
Headlights, a face
Lying on a scaly fluorescent chameleon muse
You have to remember
To forget
In my room watching
A pale peach sea through
Black silhouettes of Persephone
Fingers stained
And in my bed, a boy sleeps
Snow & ice
On the ground and I am 21 years old.
Pressing souls
Footplates in fresh white snow
Cryptic circles wrapped in fangs
Blurry designs
Flesh in light
Negatives, orange & black
x-rays, she took
Of our oral, mortal sense of right
Balance in calm jittery fright
Just being here
Not letting the breath fall out of my ear
Keeps me occupied
The past and the future always close by
Wooing to take me away
Like an eternal dream
The hiss of the primordial stream rushes through us all
Taking us away with each moment
The pressing of all the souls we have been
Converging, merging, submerging, waving goodbye
Like blurry flesh & faces
—1999
