first blood

remember
sweet rocking breath
silver melodies
of being
unchained nameless
desert sands of
lush millenial ease
remember awake
aware
when that's all
you were
a First One
the sole galaxy
of concentration
settling into revelation
that would not end
when ghosts were older
and stars were dark and
awkward children
dancing with their doubles
in atomic moonlight
remember
First One
remember
tossing unborn worlds
into dutiful
bestial oblivion
how it called to you
from afar
from within
remember how you
stood on nothing
and watched your dark
home turn to water
your head was the sky
yellow then
stalking a wild clarity
that would become
rocks
and dust
and wistful
asymmetry
longing for storms of
the potent birth
remember how they sang of
agony's simmering lights
how you would become
First Blood on
wisdom's tender lips
sacrificed
to yourself
for yourself
before yourself
remember
First One
remember
the smooth fruit
slithering round
the curve of your
newborn eye
remember the walking dream
when it first
learned to walk
when speech magnetic
carried life from its
nowhere gnosis
and cried for this moment
this remembering
by fire
by shy solid nudity
glowing within the many
married births
of they who taste it
the First Ones
who remember nothing
and know
down below being
down below mud and love
that nothing
remembers them too
impressed upon it
like shadows in the void
tasting it
as it tastes us too

damn devil's tower

there's a bear
a damn big bear
you know
with balls as
big as
antique globes
says I belong
in Siberia
the people there
have a new star
good for
praying they say
I just want
one more
night in Texas
to pound my head
red and flat
put it in
the oven
with the other
shriveled
heads
wash down the old
stars with
reindeer piss
and fall out of
some back
door cathedral
I know Jim
Morrison will
be there
laughing at me
with a big
idiot grin
and a tower will
rise from
the rock
and Jim
that ugly old bear
will scratch at
the sky
caught in a dream
where fools roar as
they drown
where hot evil
breath
becomes music
where the bones of
dreamers are crushed
and bound
with Siberian
stardust
carried away
some say
by an
eagle
mad for its own
myth