sticky city stepping
chamber by chamber
gloving white feet slowly
clinging to fabric
bouche à bouche
tongue power poison courses
gone are borders
man’s fear driven safety catches
sur comme une foudre
the ink warrior purges forward
riding the tree’s breath
sur tambours roulants
Cosmos de chair de graisse sucrée
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my response to Rainer Maria Rilke’s Duino Elegies , below is the fourth of ten poems.
The decree so weak,
the care so false,
that glazed windows battered by sand, clatter and shade….
The dark dancing is set to fool and huddled children shake against peeling skin.
Glitter is medicine sold by winking monkeys.
The silver oil is for dreamers sinking in blossoms, eaten by ants
and bathing in fountains flanked by old wizards.
Just keep spinning and avoid the funeral tune, wedging planks to hold your heavy lids against the fluttering.
We exist here in dirty, self-imposed contradiction
over prickling grass
a response to Rainer Maria Rilke’s Duino Elegies below is the first of ten poems.
There is tugging at my ribbons
a wild, teasing acapella
oh this noise is rich…
rich enough to decorate my hollows
to drop me to my knees
whilst midnight space rushes
like swift tide
expanding the universe
cracking my chest
a kaleidoscopic orchestra of YES
Yet the whisper is gold that God’s music is a floating note
and it is just I, this phosphorescent speck who has been dappled with fluted purple explosion…
I have been crowned with questions
and led to these stone steps
to press my burning ear against a mossy wall….
listening for angels
braving the storm
up the middle
a witch with a stitch
to rip the seams
with my screams
I love you
I know you
I fear the quantum world of reality creation
no not really true…. but if you say it you might make it true……
words that are used to hold you
in a mind box
constructed from the scraps of someone elses fear
R I P
stitch by bloody stitch.
I can breathe under water
I can learn Japanese
I am love.
Who said that?