Language & Literacy A Writing Life

compilation for Bedient submission

December 15, 1998 · College Poetry
2 min readConstellation: Fragments and Freewrites
Writing & CraftPlace & CitiesNature & Ecology
The Output of an Inner City I. The tree The slithering body twines higher, erupting in verdant tongues to swallow the light. Shelled by walls of freeway, it stabs through cracks to the sky, a track of skin posed in its wake. Beneath the surface, in the freedom of darkness, energy charges like a live wire. II. The lioness The moment expands into her, her muscles shifting like a machine, the poise of death mirrored in her eyes. Life unfolds from her mouth, her belly bloating with the meat of the sacrifice of the bull. In this concrete desert of city there prowl the claws of the future, concealed in the softness of fattened flesh. III. The spirit At the heart of the scattered lights is the beat. Coatings roll away like cars in a breath. Power creates a tragic beauty from the carcasses of the street. Growing silent in the flurry of noise, the spirit ceases to struggle, sitting like a lotus in its field-- like a building. You Taught Me How to Eat You taught me how to eat by growing me to hunger. You drifted by, fins spread, until I was man enough to frighten you. fishing fingers, crossing mouths, we have broken apart, and now you are gone. You split in the rebirth of a sun. I reeled on the beach of time, swollen with new breath. I chased your memory with wine. Now I walk the earth as god swam the sea. I loved one fish to feed myself. Integration Once upon a time The world opened up So that the only voice that sang On the page was death. The clamor of a thing Resonates soundly Against its own skin When there is naught else but space. And thus began And beget the process Of enfolding. He learned the ways Of the salty pump, the sweaty pimp, The preacher and the pen, And he listened To the wind blowing Him mad sentences of ecstasy— All in order To escape the divine disorder That came out anyway, Swallowing him like a whale Before spitting him out again. Towers rose, lighted, Like myths Before the sun. Amplified, the electric Solo launched: I can only this moment Live, meeting place Of the eternal, The face of the earth I wander, Taking new delight Upon each found crevice, yes, For I know What doesn’t lie beneath. Finally, he finished And he returned To the land That had been waiting, spread Open like a mask To take him in And crush him Until he surrendered his tongue Back to the sky. The end.