Smoking enlightenment of a wretchedness past. The wave is song and the rogue is cocky. Overarching summers cling to bitter spots like wings on a wisp of cloud. Out of the bastion of lace, fierce tingles imbue the sky with gold. Watching, our fingers wreathed in fur, our heads marbled and spread out, time weeps, heat speaks, faces fly. The lungs of the imposters loop leathery forests, grow hungry in equinox. What pearl stakes the pigeon’s dusky tumble through the glow? What ear makes elemental burstings’ monumental orbit skew? Tastes step, speak lightly, trace tiles in silver mud, seek blindly in mists of insects. Disappeared are the needle hands of cloud-clad stone topplers, the flame-licked chests of infant soldiers. Ringing us in intermittent patterns to hold the fire, injure the road home, opposition is over.
Roust the humbug’s meaty stew. Flail rubbery the die-cast screen. Engage outwardly our rotund felicity. Flee in miles of gutlike maze. Meet time with time’s embracers. Suck in with the spin that sizzles bones. Run to caramel nurture-houses. File under time. Eat the aura of cobbled thought and the lush odor of sweat. Grass is the last fingers of the tinker’s rushing blood. Artillery of spoken television time crackles and insinuates timidly. Go bold. Maximize your own terror. Shred the fizzled sheets of skin and the open gape of acid fruit in ripeness cleft. Steel also will meet and fall and crumble, sand and paste in the maw of the speaker, recast and outspoken again, conceived eternally and born anew. Rub static from houses of phantoms. Click heels, ennobling the bodily proud. Squirt in the high chanting darkness, the dizziness of near-horror, tumbling heavenly boon.
written 1984