ReRites (Of The Sky And The Dust) [July 2017]

this poem is a robot you are a robot i am a robot a robot is an awkward animal Every star wakened, whispers how beauty is a cry Knobs Honey? Prodigal Denigea Baptismal Luminous Interferon Tireless and Cherished Inside your Transparent Vicodin Green-muffled Genitors I’ve seen the cheerful paradox a mesh of ambiguous tides and the smeared jelly of voices ~ + ~ Will the museum say That blood in its dense sky reflected the grass of names and the heart of the site of roars? Sniff the motional gavotte and justice. fluttering into life. Demonian Song: I speak and suffer branches! Light conundrums gift. Jezebel devolving encampment stitchers, creeping ~ + ~ And the seal, sprawled up within the void pine was huge and stained with flies. On the thick pathways, in the dark shops, we felt dilated, Yet we plunged on and we watched sleep As forests crawled from it, smearing skin over thin streets. ~ + ~ The graves of the wheat watch no television, drink no beer. The same wind will agree to retire, giving throat a diploma wherein slow meanings blow. Wounds’ niche I am trotting home along a detour of grit toward a blue buried sun whose patina and foam smolders earthly gray, where tame hazards tickle possibility. Immense pomegranates, idly thunder in my empty cells like apathy. ~ + ~ Of The Sky And The Dust Who no soul has ever loved, so much as released.