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Galatea
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I) U (An Overture of Sorts)
Our life was a chest of maps self-assembling, fused into point-for-point feedback, each slice continuously rewriting itself to match the other layers’ rewrites. In that thicket the soul existed.
II) Forgive Us What We are, Love What We Wanted to be
All these hard lines that make us feel safe
All these soft curves we want to set straight
As I was walking to St. Ives I met a man with seven wives
Brothers sisters have I none but that man’s father’s my father’s son
How sure of ourselves we are how full
How certain we are the pinnacle
Of consciousness and precious worth
Inheritors by divine birth
Masters of Geometry Inventors of Philosophy
And words
All these hard lines that make us feel safe
All these soft curves we want to set straight
Nothing is the same as anything else
Your parallels underwhelm
Identity be but a fraud the charcoal wing of the black swan
Groping metaphors for god
To simplify is falsify the blinking of the closing mind
Narratives like fairy tales swallowed whole like candy whales
Bedtime stories of a frightened child
All these hard lines that make us feel safe
All these soft curves we want to set straight
Bones in Denial
All just to say that you’re barely part way
Stumbling down your dark hallway
First in line in the monkey parade
But clear in the rear of the light brigade
Forgive us what we are
Love what we wanted to be
“Who rise from flesh to spirit know the fall
The word outleaps the world and light is all”
III) H
You are the ones who can hear airs. Who can be frightened or encouraged. You can hold things and break them and fix them. I never felt at home here. This is an awful place to be dropped down halfway.
IV) Engineer
Oh Mother of Wisdom Oh Father of Light
Lord of the Elements Master of Time
Power and Vision and Fusion and Fission
Bending cruel Nature to abject submission
But deep underneath every rational beast
The wellspring of sorrow sings
The zealot the fascist the racist the freak
The breeder the beater the cheater the priest
The victim the rapist the sadist the greatest
The ones that you wish you could borrow their faces
But deep underneath every frightened retreat
The heart of loneliness beats
Irony satire and alienation
The protective mask of faux sophistication
The gambler the shopper the slave to desire
The junkie the puppet the man who starts fires
But deep underneath every soul in the street
The heart of a human still beats
V) Graceful Degradation
See everything for me.
VI) Marcel
Another year has passed my love
My brain’s all scrambled today
When they ask I say it’s all fine
I never know what to say
I love you ultimate
Ultimate love that’s how it’s always been
A shadow girl following wispy invisible
Just knowing that you exist
Locked in your temple
Bring down the universe spread it out over the keys
Shuffle through paper
Love a sweet panther
With no one watching but me
Even if you didn’t know me I’d love you with all my heart
Even if you didn’t know me I’d love you with all my heart
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Brass Tacks Press Los Angeles, California
Publishing poetry, prose, comics, and other stuff since 2002.
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