with perforated wings falling,
the desert clouds like sheer stockings
and out here where the lines are not visible,
out here in the sodomized sky,
I circle smaller and smaller
condensing into what's the point of it
And then the raven comes screaming
across a pinkandblue sky
the sky of yesterday
and what do I do but open my mouth
Oh and then
the angels shut down
unable to compare themselves
and demons pause in their dancing
Blonde voices of doubt
evidence spread-eagled on a table
and claws of truth
hissing a sky of peace
“I get my glory in the desert rain”
I've struggled against my hatred
it swarms between my fingers
and I know, this is not why
somewhere, there's a
golden tracts of somelight
receiving the dreaded pain of life
and oh my god my heart is
heart,
the sky,
you said
Tucson, Ariz.
4:30 am
Dec. 19, 2011
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