humid night
supreme motions of pendulum stars
across the falling, opening, unwielding sky
crystal dances fill the world’s bars
the minds of the people
are slowly being poisoned
and blood swirls electrical plunges
down the pipe-funnels
of prefabricated, ever-falling fate.
humid night
and the world’s alive,
this place is the burning
-broiling oil-fire of samsara slicings
for the poet’s thrumming, tapping mind
there are freezing bleats
there is the Voice of Power,
Mighty Moloch screaming
a human nightmare of blindness
like icebergs through arteries
shivering minds frozen & weak
and the poets are afraid tonight
they want liquid lusty Truth
and the world slides them out-of-view
around bends of abstraction
and the gliding gizzards of collapse
us closed from a million, billion
unconquerable angles.
humid night and icebergs alive
melt like ocean smashes of insane
saltine slurps, Citgo buzzes
and electrical nights unfurl.
‘Tisn’t natural,
but the soul will
find an escape.
