Wordland

Candela

Long wax woman burns night
brighter than blue agave

moon full of names lying down
in the sister mind, the recent dark

heart younger than any
taller than flame racing dawn

across belly and bridge pretending
to be naked, too far gone, strange

black wires raising the yellow flag
of morning’s hot rain, yesterday’s

sun burns cat woman running
halfscared hands arranging three

white iris eyes to witness the
glowing dance of tongues

staggered between lines of no
return no going beyond when

brother day destroys the night
never minding the memory

Long Time

Never and always —
such long times

outlast our words,
last breaths —

Still sure
you want to go

there forever,
now and then?

Whatever you
say —

No turning back,
not ever

Blue Lingering

Close your black ice eyes, calligraph,
there’s no blood madness here — just
a blue sweater and freesia by the door.

Meaning what?

Sidepocket smile — cake
the last day of cold work— night
of superstition — poet’s friend —
friendly card?

Forget all that —

Just send your busty voice in new envelopes
brushed by that fragrant loping hand —

Braze these invincible hearts
with your blue sweater heat

45

They promised long ago

it would look like this:

Cars gliding on air, gleaming like spaceships
taking us wherever our silver suits,
rocket packs, wanted to go —

Tubes crisscrossing my miles-high city
to yours

sucking us whoosh back forth back

hydroponic supermarket
irradiated laundrymat
flashing domed metropoli

Next exit: Technological Peace and Prosperity,
Clean Nuclear Living, Clean Language.

Certainly not this — beyond clean imagination:

A tall twisted man
black fishnet bodysuit
black leather jock
black platform pumps
lips black
electric guitar
yowling My Funny Valentine
Fuck My Body, Not Just My Mind

Inked women wrestling
men wrestling
men and women wresting
in a Mission livingroom, curtain drawn —

Birthday host resurrecting
Andy Kaufman, Ventroliquist
before the cherry Barbie cake
before the talk of demolitions witnessed
and the Nodes of Everything explained
this consternation:

If you strap a slice of buttered
bread to a cat’s back and drop it,
your bread and butter pussy
will never hit the floor,
just spin spin for eternity

Red Music

Languid blue head
you ask beauty always

why love love
was raw sun
wax tongue

above the rose
mad road

never there
— (who could say)

Drive, summer woman,
chant time
near water —

Dream red music

Restless

Carry us
hand over hand

to the next forgiving bed
(comrades in unfolded arms)

retrieving the absolute below
(circle of flattire poets)

recursion recursion recursion
this colossal undoing

Settle me, once in
for all

Fly

Renegade

yellowjacket

at home
in this
stunted agave

indifferent
to
staggered

econo
mies

or

h
e
a
r
t
s —

Then
help

pay
the
rent

so I
can

fly

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A confederacy of poets
An enjambment of poets
A caesura of poets
A rage of poets
A yowl of poets
An ecstasy of poets
A thrashing of poets
A blazing of poets
A solitude of poets
A striving of poets
A raindog of poets
A mule of poets
A slam of poets
A revolt of poets
An eruption of poets
A rash of poets
A starvling of poets
An embrace of poets
A disturbance of poets
A destruction of poets
A sadness of poets
An ejaculation of poets

Dragon (Unfinished)

for Acker

Half a monster devoured
her back hungry for
ever and
more

ink
blood
roses
gasoline

come
next novel
next novice
next

pen is larger
pen is pushy
friend
pushy

pierced eyes
silver tooth
tumbling in
and over

leather cocks
lampshade skin
broombristle cunt
swollen throat

Our mother
Demonology
devours the beast
with two
backs

the language of wolves
devours the daily
dead news

Her tattoos fed us

red claws
green eyes
baby chicks

Pasolini

nested in a blind
hunger we only knew
need not trust

desire guts truth empire

Her truth:

black motorcycles understand
every thing: the last dreaming

abandons words and madness

ink tongue pussy cylinder pen

still wet pain

Jump ed off bike, after
5 hours, into a pool,
lay on beach, all
night in mineral waters
under black sky — so am
now well gaga —

Queen of the pirates
wanted more
all ways
needed to know

this instant

the last time

Why can't love always be like this?

Old Acquaintance

Another new year huddled
around abandoned fires
cremating the old ocean dark

two flames lead a low tide
into the shell of a blown heart,
a cyclone in another hemisphere

wind orchestra, wave chorus
night walks on water before
another dripping day can say

no

along the soft black beauty
the sea puked up a storm,
idiot trash drifts for miles

and a new name sticks out
from the shipwreck of faces,
the apologies of dying stars —

the pianist is unlucky at love

she says, a perfect match, says
the cold man walking on coals —

buried up to his neck the weakling
kicks sand in his dreams, thinks

it's only an eclipse

her perfect shade disappears,
exchanging a dancer
for warm hacked lamb and bread

the one who gives a damn
yelping,

fear will free everyone,
soon, soon