What have you seen?
placed upon a diamond, passed by, given a ribbon
—the bone blue disgrace, artistic pains, family
deceased
—the big sky angel. Re-valued; the first of all pages,
no matter disappointment … no matter treachery …
alas, life was given ….
One rolls in dungeons, listening to a
jukebox, certain jazz on repeat; a
bad influence, arguing against signs,
most seductive, more stubborn,
could never repay the debt.
A chuckle hurts, lungs form prose, from bottom to gut
to mind-art;
knowing me in seconds, the way we congratulate our
prudence
—most colorful of souls,
never a greater passion,
damaged, gifted, facing rivers.
Math and rhythm;
all of what is left to give, begging inside, smiling
and smirking, the start of Revelation—judged and cast aside, loving and ruled,
if but one fair beginning—those with ears, let them listen, those with eyes,
let them witness—by touch, taste, and smell.
