Prequel to All
All. Or nothing at all
Tall, some stood before the fall
Not just for the feeble and forsaken
But mighty mists of teardrops in the dark
Rivers and ridges that we define as character lines
Marred across our skin like Zorro slashes
Pain, passion, mama-mama my lashes, they’re wet.
Help me . . . Not her, you!
When the curtain rose to a silent sound stage
With deep echoes from empty caverns:
Where are the people? This could be my monologue.
My hair flowed in the wind as free as the shadows
Moving solo over Oahu,
Board less when surf’s up out on the pipe past Makaha
Bored-more-in-end on that empty smegma trail
With loaded dice and dicey distaffs.
Daddy lent me money, saved me from tsunami.
My sub-machine gun was straight like Tommy
Non-stop go pop pop pop
Unbridled beautiful magnets go pop pop pop
Urgency, emergency, pregnancies and pop.
Quit this gig. I’ll quit this gig. I quit this gig.
Can’t somebody love me and mold the gold?
“I’m so young to feel so old.”
Can I muster enough lungs and blood to make it north?
Before I’m sold,
At the altars of the node where modern slaves grow
Lonely, cold, tired and old
like a soul dripping less Bold.
Alas, a last grand stand. Take her milky-skinned body in my hands . . .
skin softer than stroked cotton,
even that couldn’t make me man-enough, aye, sans-sauntered
to fantasyland like pachyderms exposed to mice.
Busting through walls of wallow,
To lonely heart-heavy-hollow-shallow,
Tailored like a fine suit of armor for protection,
a steep price for social-climbing-unsober-erections.
Quiet. Mama’s picture on the wall, she’s dead now after all.
In decadence Daddy died decades done.
Running as fast as I could run
as far as I could go
trying to glimpse glistening flickering stars’ shows.
Goodbye there, “Goodbye!”
Please don’t go! Please don’t go!
Don’t leave me here. I still don’t know!
I spilled her ashes into the ocean, like she told me long ago.
Mom missed my final devotion and, too,
things she wouldn’t want to know.
He who rises after the fall
somehow stays down after all.
Below some non-descript horizon
To the we-fly straight
With me as I do with you, we call it truth.
Tell me, is frailness so unique?
Cursing grid-locked hesitation caused by
Curtailed, for a moment, when I was tiny, taking baby steps.
Later, for a moment, it seemed I stood tall,
Before that sans-instant rising
Like Phoenix from nothing to All.
We gather our minds and pretend we
are not the fury-full wind, drenching rain, ever-green trees
Or beavers, bush cats, bucks, bees – equalities.
We pretend we are more than cartilage,
blood, bones and
We cling to unite
Of falling off the spinning orb if left here alone.
Mama’s ashes dispatched into a wind-blown
prophecy of dust and stone.
Aloft, where we shall meet again when we are gone and grown
tired of this fine voyage.
From burning memories’ pain
awaits our next birth like Phoenix rising from nothing
Inherit your legacy of quiet aloneness
Drawn by breath to infinite breast
and taste the will
You walk me, waste me
Coming in waves, suave-femme-warm-chill
Shame crusts upon our dog-dirty bodies.
Though we do live long,
Longer still will be
Your eyes, cautious, curious and closed
belonging to All
belonging to Bold
At road’s edge and fade
We engage All charades
Mindless, heedless, basking
in no remembrance of temperance and cold
away from the shadows
into some clear night the bright melds into bold
no more Waterloos bid, ask, or sold
empty as a full look into light
reflecting what we knew
splattered into blue
and what was always only part
in that sans-instant
rising like Phoenix from nothing
Love is powerful
Universe forced off its knees,
Construction of massive walls and disease.
Love tears it All down.
Nurture your nature, respect your Love.
Dreams and Hope reflect that above.
Smoke clears, Love knows no fears.
You, broken and splattered
shall rise like Phoenix