Thursday, April 8, 2021

Ants & Jaguars

 

the last to be captured such resonance in ghettoes sweet nectar poison.

milk with honey or life with violence assaulted by inner despair. so soft as we touched so ruled by planets, I believe in Ancestors.

as destroyed cultures our women made goddesses their souls carrying remnant scars – assured deaths laughing in sutures our children stripped from our weaving.

a man his eyes burgundy his tears jasper his hope defeated – but black sun or crimson moon our land inhabited.

a sailboat in dust a blacksmith hung high pain is triumphed by numbers. by ghosts, sincere understanding, trying so hard to secure you – a land with dreams a soul with tickers a mind as its wicker.

I saw in culture a person in helium so much glow fireflies came close. we ate blackberries it was all to say as bleeding its treachery in time those pains so tender made as too holy. ocean fire or seas of flame or desert water.

in feelings the sky screaming in pure sullen silence – as a soul’s guestroom or a chamber unpeeled sore at dawn; by fret to run so far until I came to culture; as refilled cartridges needing our ink while leaking into you. a palm of soil a wiggly worm an ant just paying attention.


a striking voice as carrying pressure the invisibility of an inner feeling. a land of buffalo a pond neighboring a cousin lake a little further a river with upstream salmon. a bear eye to face a battle with passion so treasured a spirit with ideals. the heart of courage to disappear and arrive back with a deer. by facial muscles so determined where the tribe is warriors. our babies kneeling in prayer or invocation in Spain such depth of a woman too excited; to scream at walls to muddy doorsteps a rug made by saffron hands. so coarse in eye contact so passionate at lovemaking a man recounts what he adores.

 

I was in wattage trekking faster with hell watching the mulatto. excused to surrender or lively to fight every blow striking rage.

 

artifacts made by stitching or gators struck by throat so unchained by spirits.

 

material as necessity, native essence by necessity, deep trial or top mountain by necessity. wolves as companions or leopards as nephews such ancient grandparents.

 

the woman is the eagle those wings hover over voices.         

Grays as Wars

    I never quite capture it. I remain distracted. Years to silence. It would be psychological, to war a man’s brains. To talk badly to non-...