light
1.
flows both ways
as
particle
&
wave
dust sailing out the wind/
ow
flight
2 floating people gone on
organ eyesd trplet
ocoo whaaaco/palabra
wor(l)ds loco past this fewd
re(a)d light / some night
ohla olah ola
this cave is animal shaped preferring
out
lemon
2.
visage divided face off
vida miles inta zipper & offta junebugged
irosis
sit'sday & everone est haply felicitatooed
in da carnate
& even o.k.ing's komkordant too avail
the whirl of redorange leaves around the small glass
smell of mint tea & here i am collaborating
with externals again same way the notes live in their own
outward selves up inta bass/alto & the dotdotdot that leaves
the glass breathing itself in swirling
that can be counted as vacuity of pulsing fulcados
by sum
yet leaves finding us accued
this MINT smell al(a)unched in me capped skull
felicitous noking & ohking
of cocktows.
3.
oh magic mirror of borders
& borderless hordes of borderline rooms
oh mirror of plastered faces
where eurydice lost her pale skin
painful stretch of solitudes within the waist
pan-genital & frank as darting light
pan-flickering crescents of particle & wave
here is tangential dish of sweet cocked fruit
this tea that brews me with its calm alluring anxiousness
rippled shadow from a tarnished pot
the hands with such seed as borne beneath these ruby tones
exacted here - burning his tongue
i am telepath pathetically plodding thru a sea of
16 yr olds
a 16 yr old's dreaded realities
this is where the shoreline begins & ends
this is a continuous voyage of bloodletting
bed wetting &
yes getting.
4.
my feet wet again &
for the first time
within this loud hissing
which is the relative of quiet power
i walk streets strewn with carpets of
flattened
gut-spewing pigeons & rats
dead from over-exposure here/there
on these long desolate stretches of corrugated steel
/concrete & half-shelled houses
where morning glories are still awake on cold coming evenings
too afraid to sleep perhaps
to fold themselves into themselves
until spring
purple perpetrators of some mindless scheme
to unhinge me
this is a night of mixed messages
a day of daylight's absence
walking where the battle has just taken place
where the pounding after effects are so loud
that for stretches all one sees
is an empty air
crowded with shouts &
evacuation.
5.
oh dead things that are my life
that nourish me
& provide me the WILL to go on
oh live heart of confused petals
there are declarations in these mirrors
masked emblems
skeletal gymnasiums
where dynastic muses rise up in veritable re/verb
echonoclastic jibberers
wings ashimmed &shinmering
ah tender patchwork of enormity
bright & brazen heptologies
from the nether world
child spirits guide-posts & ferrymen
chica chica chicooo chica chica chicoo
we spring up at times where the chicken coops flew
oh sanger
oh twanger
oh water mark
it is not god that says we are good
it is not god that says we are bad
it is not god who must forgive us
it is not god who grants us peace
it is man
it is earth
it is shoreline
it is morning glory &
sky.
6.
this is not an ending
but a glimpse of things to come
to come
to
come
to
come
come come
steve dalachinsky nyc 10/17/05
part 1 written @ st marks poetry project listening to vicuna & eshleman
parts 2-6 written @ zebulon in williamsburg listening to assif tsahar,
cooper-moore & chad taylor
