Hearts slough their way
Through the hypnotized haze
Embalming us in a feverish daze,
Alone, gazing at the psychosis.
Swinging from branch to branch
This is where I belong, he says
This is where I feel so free and happy
The world down there
Is filled with thorns,
It’s so painful.
He opens his arms,
Looking at the sunset,
Feeling the wind on his face
This is what matters, he says
I know that this feeling
Is what everyone down there deserves.
But no, he says
It’s not just that
It’s about the people too
He wants to slap them,
He angrily, jokingly points and spits at them
But he wants to give them all
A big warm hug, he is blushing.
We stand in a circle,
He has so many friends
No, he says, not just friends
But the people I deeply love.
He takes out the thorn in his foot
The others look down,
They pull out their own thorn
But not everyone is ready…
He wants to help,
But he doesn’t know how, he says,
To do that right now.
We lay in an open grassy field, she says
Looking at the sky,
Holding each other,
Our faces are touching,
We are so happy, she says
But also sad, but our sadness
Is also part of our happiness.
He looks up at the sky
It reflects in his eye,
His beautiful eye,
Now he’s doing funny things
He’s on a hill, flexing his big biceps
With a tiny head,
Now he’s walking backwards into the forest
Goofily waving his hand in a peace sign,
Now he’s poking his head in and out of the trees,
Now he says thank you
And so we returned.
The dimensions collapsed
And I was left sitting across from her
With the sandy walls and thorny ramparts
Grain by grain, thorn by thorn,
Unearthing the moonstone
Entombed in my chest.
Little plants squished beneath my toes
Little fear fountaining out my chest
A splay of stars wreathing the realm above
I hear chirping, it is sweet
I feel my heart beat,
I try to breathe but it only travels so far
Things contract around my natal star Continue reading “Safe Under the Sky With a Dragon’s Eye”
The backstory for this poem stems from the industrial backdrop of the photo below. Not that industrial is evil. It is just suffocating the tropical permaculture garden we’ve planted on campus at UMiami. There’s a reflective metallic container just to the right of the big gravel heap, in the far back of the photo. That’s where the hose and water pump are. The contracted company hired by UM to build a road through campus excavated the ground between the garden and water pump. They’ve cut out the pipe feeding water to the irrigation system for not only the garden, but the arboretum here as well.
The blurbs below will give you a slew of disjointed linguistic associations that will only be impressed on your imagination when you see the accompanying photos. It’ll be like opening presents.
Pale echoes whimpering
Through hollow obsidian corridors
Empty like throats
Groaning in numb ecstasy
Deadened by cables and computations
Long have I wandered
Beyond your caress
Ecstasy was an illusive, distant dream
I longed to forget for
A blue glow emanates
Over the soft rippling lake
In the depths of night
A mysterious power is awake