A flash of light ricochets off a skyscraper
onto a button on the svelte coat of a pedestrian
who finds herself in a car
then on a jet next
on a slow boat cruising for her missing
host & hostess too suddenly
the suburbs empty their syringes of anesthesia
finally screams from an emergency
fill the hospital I have gone
with inquiries to boost & ensure in your vernacular
asked where to visit in the desert
my charge says she wishes to
gai kakhen afenyam—go shit in the ocean
the ocean responds roughly translated
zolst ligen in drerd—you should lie in the earth
loosely translated drop dead
so one makes one’s peace with words
in a poem and space in a dream
a family again
bullied
bloodletted
buried
& bonded as far as I can see
to the far reaches of the galaxy
the back of beyond
where nothing else fits
a green polka-dotted dress and a blue silk suit on our beloveds
as their images implore they want to be
restored
on the head of the pin of consciousness
(Source: narrativemagazine.com)
For begging beauty
one can hardly blame the artist
sleeping like butter in the sun
taking no action for action
some prefer being a yellow rose petal
I learned when I traveled
the young poet saying a prayer
is a form of panic
(Source: poets.org)
