Fire
“I am taking on my disillusions and
the rosy sore of my pointless tasks.” -Vallejo, Trilce LXV
there will be nothing to stop
me
for I am taking the skin of it
the road of it to renewing road
time the pivot of turn turned toward postulating*
pivotry
echoing my pin of my pinging clinging to my tin canned universe of
of
like the black
collapsed
the bottom released to the unreleased
taking dust
electric star
heart
beat
by this vortex : bellows
by this armature set and flamed
saying next time next turn
next re-verb a
ration of spiral arm
its twists and spins
a becoming
spine
flared
for the brevity of screams
called language
* An allusion to Heller Levinson's Hinge Theory
Desertification
with Extinction
wind
crackle
hail of molecular funk
sand
wirewewired
in sound
waves strung&stringing flown solid on the whole
note
1/2-shelled
a flung a flinging
w a r
a critic of the hung time
clutching at this wall
of fractured poems
A Tragic Blue (Vallejo)
…iris universal
cutout someone sa[y]x it : Tragedy in Blue
orb
floating undercivilized un(der) (ar)rest
meteoric day
chunks of sexed-it mother shook-it father
pirated planet
pirouetting silhouettes of solidarity
with
hell ,
spring
on the backs of the anatolians
on the backs of the clovis
on the backs of the africans
on the backs of the moors
on the backs of the healers
on the backs of the fathers
on the backs of the jews
on the backs of the mayans
on the backs of the blacks
on the backs of the gays
on the backs of the women
on the backs of the boys
on the backs of the girls
on the backs of the christians
on the backs of the men
on the backs of the marxists
on the backs of the crossers
on the backs of the mountains
on the backs of the mothers
on the backs of the poets
on the back of the hand
the word escaped
mistaken for wings
