Wednesday, December 20, 2023

IS MY BREATH HERE & NOW THE SAME BREATH AS YOUR BREATH HERE & NOW? WHOA

1.

, or
the way your ass doesn't fade
& a star system
in those jeans—
humming bird & rhododendron

black crow & follow mountain
transmuted smallnesses—
all of history's hands 
hovering the big red button
future & past tense
listening & seeing



2.

glistening beansprout
in my mouth, a million stories
of how & why—
who & what become esoteric 
even to myself & in the mirror?

a continent 
in constant motion— 
a corresponding phenomena—
an equal & opposite reaction—
the finger pointing to the moon
& the trigger finger
are the same finger


3.

it is sometimes difficult
to distinguish self. extinguish self.
anguish self. strange self.
& world?

all the lips kissing the duct tape
& all the eyes chasing waterfalls

& what else?

the vastnesses. the vertigo.
the holding on & letting go
& holding on & letting go
& holding on & letting go
& holding on & letting go
& holding on & letting go
& holding on & letting go
& holding on & letting go
& holding on & letting go



4.

if the moon is not g-d's pre-amp?
the first drum was not ever under any circumstances a mistake.

please consider the circular flavor of orangedew.
orange & green kaleidoscopes—
root to sunshine.
tongue to tongue, bouncing...

picture an image. picture a moving image.
picture two people dancing.
the sky is on fire & you have your hand
on the hip of the moment, wet tongue & too nothing at all.

swallow your spit & keep the image moving.
have a sip beneath the sky is on fire
& keep the two people dancing.

make a new image if you must:
a single breath 
shooting the same gun 
made with the same index finger & thumb
at the war machines 
in the same sky daily & nightly
 
 
 
*Note: This poem is included in my debut poetry collection, RESUSCITATIONS. Click here for more information & to order your copies.

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