COMO FUÉ

sunlight in black and white
pink cavalcades
by peach columns
the copyist's art still exists
in flaming ruin

beat circles
around
the aged puff of smoke
streams run down your face
an age melting smiles and frowns
expressing nothing but spirit
swimming in it's own pool

ambrosia

hermano ambrose lost his head
over night
in desire
and rained down
over his quarry
to fill him with nectar

lean in a little closer and sweeten your name for
I am with you and
wish to speak only of you
only of you
slap the side of this empty cask and
let us drink
spirit
once again

SMOKE AND HELL FOR YOUR SAINTS

match boxes all glued
down to the pavement
separating in the smog

peel off the roof

Pierrot and Pierrette
on each arm you play the matrimoniale
the leaves are calling
to you but you say no there is
no water left in me let me sing awhile longer
won't cut my eyes no more
couldn't wish nothing but good to those
who starved me and loved my
woman left her scarred
for me to marie

Timbales
is the only attack left
in me
the colonial mess hall is empty save
my low notes
pulled from a cat's gut
shining on this
jaded air / heartbeats
pulled the ghosts from their chairs
/\ the ghost of the
oppressors pay homage to us
we thank them for this bitter pill : the
collumns
jailcells and
rot
and all the infernal life
springing up from
the cracks

so sip your tomato juice
on the plane and
when you hear the gulls
know that they heard us too

the deserted hotels
are still floating to- - - - - - - - - - the horizons*
electricity lit the signs and the colored
lights

at home
flourescent offices
giprock
steal
and glass
We have everything here

these eyes have seen nothing since
the death of my mother
she gave me the staff of
my father, black and
fierce and generous
My eyes saw such things
on this night that
the shadow of my
joy pushed them in
and these caverns
caught the image in the
dark room of forever for
what is ours can
never be taken away
today it came back like rain on my dead
heart and I lifted my
compadres out of their politics

heart of the great heart
all our feet flat on our
mother's back