A feeling alike to dispossessed. Maybe a curse
grieving. Getting loose, lost, levitating in rage. To slide across fire, to eat
ice, mythology on shrooms. Love made couth, nunnery patience, trying to fix the
lure. Poems come. Poems dance. Only a few become legendary. I was sickness,
deregulated, anxious to meet Faith. In a foreign tongue, Mesopotamia rites,
screaming what God was feeling. Baffled at Jesus, what type of science, to
explode, defeat death, untying its sting. And Moses, eyes glued, feeling like
betrayal, crumbling at the entrance, eyes slanted.
What I want I do not do—what I don’t want, this is
what I do. Speakers blaring. Angels’ skiing. The meanest woman alive enlove
elsewhere. I was smitten, I could feel it, it was misery to emotion life.
Having goodness, intricate unbelief.
I read her prose. It seemed deliberate. I started to
yen, to clamp a feeling. Where has
life gone?
Hanging like a poster, watching as unanimated, the
dolls came to life.
