notes and letters

"this article has been nominated
to be checked for its neutrality"






I.

"it started with Eve, in
the Garden - the devil Gave
her the fruit 'cause Adam
was starvin'"
    -Pegasus



you have no business
wanting, no
way to resist


i trace the hog's back like
the soft line from your ear to your chin

this gentle kiss of utter devotion along
your jawline mole - inhale -
delight upon the starlet
beside your patient, ponderous mouth


i pose,
questions atop the hill, mount
the low wall and ask
for Answers

" they *can*
come  true ,  "


footwork, balance
this practice along the bluff

enter the nook, the one
with Mother, the offer
Above, :  "No
Fucking Around."

aperch the very threat - falls
if it were dark i would
trespass first crest and spring
to the island - the stone surrounded
.We , pool, adrift surge and
crash of the undammed
sediment, but  ( no island
  moves as you do )  i
make less
of a scene alone.


the Voice insists, " see
  what Gifts I have for you, follow
the blessed Path, the Signs, the warm glow
and they shall be yours."




II.

Siren, nightingale, sweet actor,  so shy when
singing your own song
            - let them
Hear your noble words so that
they shall know Love

no mere muse
brought back poetry,
carried on your shoulders, laid
at my feet

    , beg
i take these secrets, but
i came for them,
      for you,
      too



I, Water,
break \ aShore

i, caesarian carve the poetry
helping generously
of the tumors growing
in your darkness



III.

domesticate
this cheshire, smirk
and the smoky
garfield eyes - half-closed
and petulant as fuck.

urge, primal
solemn intellect, set
      ablaze
the granite stare of reason




IV.

and now i'm back in this
suffocating apartment with so many
reminders, echo sterile off the empty
white walls of soon-departing:

  remember, always, the good
  eat
  get out the cave, sometimes



the swallo-
wed pain hid:  how
i writhed, naked, in the dark
on gummy kitchen linoleum, gasping
sucking wind as you
recited the lord's prayer
with the soft incision
with the slither of your serbian tongue


left to my devices  ( so alone
in this city)  i will shear my
breastbone and lay, bare
before polis eyes.





V.

'the tiny spring that bubbles
from beneath a waterberry, the source
of the Chambeshi'

                meet me
on the Mountain, in the Banguelu :

  where the ground                    "i'll show you what you missed
        meets the sky                  when the ocean met the sky,"

       
her green tea, her
hemp adventure hat, her full
eyes, remember:  her message,

"Soon, "