Barcelona 2003 loosely punctuated
The ocean waves goodbye
undercurrents of
shallow sadism
cube me like a butcher:
Do not attempt to relent,
Do not attempt repentance,
Dance your lazy walk
like a Greek statue lounging idly in the sun—
naked and unabashed
awash in the glow of woodenboy vitality
Stop trying to quit and just give in,
Crumble like walls of dry soap
to wash the street away,
Collect the dirt in a jar
and watch it grow flowers of nonchalance
where ants can crawl up
and rest a weary thorax in the sun
next to wasps choking on excess pollen
and dreaming a hive dream
Everyone wants to be queen
to be seen like a Rembrandt
Flawless and unperturbed
edges flowing and fading.
Shading blur
the hapless whir of wings
sing the implants a jarring embrace
In ears of drones
crooning away daylight
in pools of eyes shadowing regrets.
Step away and fade down
under currents deeper
than sleeping bears,
Armchairs fray away in
flight paths of rambling discourse,
Disgorging, compatriots burst
under heat lamps decay
on mildew bricks
Fedora Melodrama
and festering cigar smoke in
Claustrophobic fecal fairways
winding wind tunnels
funnels for change hats,
Saxophones taking back into
Screaming gypsy song
Guitars flutter—butterflies in paper cups,
Clink sturdily edges stop like dimes,
leaning towers in black leather
sink, eyes half-lidded roam through parasols
on the laps of cathedrals.
The drug of spontaneous awareness
slinks into the back row again
leaving me hollow like
unfinished temples
Stillborn in the belly of a
Dead, motherless Messiah.
