Could be the
blood in the sink, could
projection/reflection of your dying self.
be the antidote
for madness or thin
in the Taos heat near
in her hand,
Could be Coors Light or forgiveness.
hawks fend off posse of crows
vultures want is meat & there is flesh all
place aching to be meat
aching to be memory. Remember
It’s coming out of you. Remember the
on the bathroom floor? Under her
robe the flesh,
bones & tendons of
of a reminder
of the experience human.
Ganesh is an
elephant god w/ ash in his belly & one broke tusk.
Shango is the
communication of fire, bloodfire. He is
waiting for it
to stop dripping from your nose. Until then, he drums.
from the remnants of thunderbolts. You
almost got hit
& wish you did. Everything
sound of Dr. Williams laughing in heaven, he too
desert heat while we search for rams, roosters & one red candle.
Death comes w/
the mighty swing of one double axe. It
& you’d be
wise to surrender to this death sentence
renewed & deepened. Murmur of drums continues.
temper. Dreams of rabbits scattering. The
growth of corn
in Anasazi heat. Dreams
of crying w/
childhood friends who notice the growth of
a child, the
growth of a
will & hear
the muffled roars of 7 generations watching.
The KING DID
NOT HANG! The
fire, bloodfire leaking
spilling on the bathroom floor or
from above, your face contorted by ecstasy & your
enveloping me as if it were madness or surrender.
All of it
comes down to the edge
axe or Manjushri’s sword
it is the
warrior filled w/ remorse
ash in front
of our eyes in millions of shrines the
over Moab is only the
of the need to surrender, save
necessary - thunder beckons - for
ever is this
moment you share w/ me. & remember, nothing is ever
1:30PM – 6.19.02
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