We say,
to a self gone in hiding,
to the farm bug lifting to the edge of belief,
with love for the food of life
in between fingers,
stretching and flexing,
in the middle ground,
against a backdrop of fanciful world division,
or burdened blues:
"a woman is dreaming
to hear the pledge
to the frozen smiles of wide-eyed crowded fields
that grow and decay
to the orbit of a lunar catastrophe
occurring every oceanic spawning,"
"that ephemeral beauty
we all know to arrive, one day
breathless and raised with red flames of miraculous fatigue
on the shores of the way,"
Portuguese, and embarrassed by the justice of history
and the meat-carved lands of a strong rumour
chewing on herbal tests of pyramid stamina in the old world
towards a new, deathless embrace with the burning and
ruthless war
that continues still unsure
at the tip of a teenage nipple, bursting forth
with the blood of the elderly and infirm
moved to tears in the hospitalized nation of economic
mutilation
insinuating the shattered designs of the artists
who cry for money on the streets of our psycho-logical
disease
amid the buttressed wailing funerals of elaborate
priestesses,
nude with slack locks, dripping of spiced vomit
on English assimilation,
on the ethnocidal blushing of whiteskin, drooping
with the unanswered silence of genetic ownership
for the sun’s own kingdom
blooming with a developed flower
coarse and poor as the ghost’s desert body
and dehydrated Arab morgue of Zionist Palestine
that carried bombs into the home of Europe’s scared,
childish heart
and now the ugly American race chimes steadily to the
revolutionary drum
with armed blurs of hellish repetition
in the love for a smoke-and-mirrors fall
from the human god, that domesticated plants and animals
in the sanctuary of energy transformed, to a lingering
betrayal through lust
for the last kiss of a skeletal hush
fertilizing the absent womb,
never trembling with seed or even possibility
of the staggering release
that floods our empty power
with futile control
and laughs at a havoc
in complete dismay
Love’s apartment, downtown Calgary, January
2010
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