Tree (Re: Vision)
My limbs sing in the air
of fire,
of a burning infinity
of universe
that coils into heat—
and when it cools
it sizzles on the street
crackling beneath my feet
forming the uniform
of all Things--
ain’t tit what you taut me
hot momma?.
Two by one:
note the main Thrust
of the Structure.
Keep Him occupied.
The energy of my span
wrinkles the past into my skin.
The future lies in my arms
and I fuck her slowly,
firmly, filling her
with the current
of my web of voices,
until she grows full
and is taken away by gravity
to bear life somewhere else.
After such a Thing,
how can One manage
the thick sap of inner struggle
in a solitary confinement
of a real world?
But such thoughts begin to burn
away into the façade
of energy
Alert Head command:
the flood has commenced.
Prepare to die.
We’ll meet again later
and do dinner.