To Dawn

 

or JUST BECAUSE THE WINNER IS ALWAYS HIDING INSIDE YOU
BLESS MY SOUL MAMMA YOU GOTTA KNOW THERE'S LOVE IN THEM THERE HILLS or
TO BE SURREAL IS DIFFICULT WITHOUT A DIAMOND ON YOUR PINKY

Dawn dawn
fifteen layers of sky
peeling sky from sky

The light settles on the bridge of my nose
where the waters of the head are divided
settling like those who invade with snow
those who put out darkness with blue rouge
then all the seasons rush together in a moment

Dawn dawn
sixteen layers of earth
peeling earth from earth

My daughters begin to bleed
volcanos burst from the fingernails of your left hand
right hand left foot right foot

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Lose yourself in the pitch of freedom
and her sister heartbeat
the mantras of trees
the eel of lightning
the dangerous swordfish, erotic
embryotic
with drops from the rainclouds
black with the genes of Chinese monograms

Mr. Morocco draws peppermint flies
moving among them with the ease of a pinball

Mmselle dressed in white
her thighs are white
the light is bright
her smile is right
her soul is tight
all through the night
hermaphrodite
Bite! Bite! Second right!
left right left right
Purple dreams on velvet jeans
The need of needing the one love needed
Indeed, he's bleeding! Watch it! Watch it!
Look out! It's all over my skin!
It's all over my shirt!

Five. represent delineate depict portray picture
photograph snapshot of hot figure and cool shadow
peeling sunfired skin bathing suit set forth figure
describe etc. trace copy mould with back of coal tongs
illustrate symbolize in potash paint etc. charcoal
sculpture etc. engrave blow torch etc.
personate impersonate dust of same dressup
scorched parts of earth colloquial pose as clay actor
act personify play kick ash etc. drama mimic
remnants upon ground etc. imitate

The harmony of dance is pleasing to the eye
The music though sparse is a lullaby

The water is calm, the last wave having rolled into a
bodystocking of sand, warm and arrogant.
I sit in the motorboat watching an angel land on the opposite shore.
My eye becomes a telescope, the brow an adjustment.
The angel buries a being of similitude.
To put it sharply, but bluntly, no calculations required,
the time has come for all good vehicles
to disappear in the lining of the trousers.
The angel is called Forever and ever Amen.

Suddenly, love.
Suddenly, another crib of warm blood a rose on the horizon,
arose so suddenly. How else can you explain the absence
of a good cook? 9-5. Good odds.
Look at these, all busdrivers with gold fillings, taxicab
operators with meters sewn to the backs of their elbows.
I ask you,
enormous disjoined ruminative audience, official membership
by bulk only,
is it not time?

During one brief moment of reflective madness,
pounce upon the great reinforced tyger
and ride to the death!
In the morning, evening fell.

But for a second a flurry of snow.

If there is another way of seeing things, let it be
through the octoscope. I rigged it up to the mast of my
spine until double vision set in, like a pair of rimless puddles.
No sirree, no landlubber can have the faintest. The past
merged with the present so I called them sunny periods,
limited visibility, some rough winds and a mulch of loose weather.

Watch your watches! Watch it! Watch your wallets!
Deer crossing!
Children crossing!

The annunciation rolled over us, the painting of the lowly
child with goggles, his legs astride a Japanese Honda,
discuised as a straw-laden crib, this was our banner, our faith,
our contemporary belief.

Watch your watches! Watch it! Watch yourself!
Children crossing! Children crossing each other!
Two minutes to dawn. 30 seconds. Five four three two
dawn