March
2007
Burning
Burn hot while you burn or don’t bother burning at all. Dream in drumbeats, dance or die, evoke or evacuate the premises. Posit nothing new, nothing true, they’ll pay a pretty price to keep clothes on your poems while the tingling words live warm in your lap of wonders never leaving, always knowing and being known, Eden is your only underworld. Delusional, shameless, sollipcystic — why the hell aren’t you? None but panting, feeling, speaking you dares do underneath, go under where they will not, be what is meant, be born where starts this learning — deep thrill, chill bump and changeless turning, till comes at last your unclad yearning — where reigns riled heaven burning, burning!
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