What would be the difference, if I took a one foot by one foot square and roped it off
and filled it with flowers brim to brim
or if I filled it with fire and then ashes
and we danced shin to shin?
The opposite of marriage is not divorce
it's space
and I could take my mouth and fill it with stars
and never say another word again.
Coltrane has super=powers
of this I am acutely aware
the bare face of God has returned
and my idiotic rampage of notes
has turned sour on the cacophony of greatness
My attempts to secede from the Union
have been met with Lincoln's hat
overturned and asking for change
on a Sunday my tithes are no good here
I will have to put leaves on the water
of the small rushing brook
and think of Walt Whitman
Everything is completely flat
the earth is now a bed sheet
the Plains Indians the Native true Americans, are standing like lampposts
waiting to set my prairie on fire
the gun slingers out West have become
Silicon Valley
I might have to go to Vegas
not to be a gambler
but to be that stone faced pilgrim
standing on the corner
asking people
if they have found Jesus.
Stevie Wonder and cigarillos
Willow windows and rooms of Jello
Scoops of ice cream
James Dean side lean
Hello
Jaundiced candy
dice and laundry in January
Handyman gangster
Plaid rug
Happenstance Dancer
Laced with fancy hamsters
Framed in damaged tantric
Yams on the Titanic
Frantic and handsome
he's coming back besides
bugs are stacked in back
cow hide
horses rancid
Rapt attention, queens
hacking jackets
with plastic acid axes
don't mention the mentor
the mesmerizing tin dragon unhinged
a tinge of the shadows
pristine
Green
Gold
Heat
Who owns the history of the world
Its dodged bullets and its fireflies in jars
Its mad dog who-dunnits and the skyscrapers caked in concrete
breaking apart and me on my knees at a small desk typing
The angels are breaking apart her seance like an orange
The onion is peeled back
and I am a stark reptile
a baby bird yet to grow feathers disgusting as I craw for food