Tuesday, August 30, 2016

New Mexico

Primordial purity 
a just beacon
hoping to hook on 
fevered battle.

one-eyed dog 
cheers meaning
out of Crimean 
embassies 

Library retch, 
fastidious ties bled 
shapes
before the spectral. 

Gasping body entire 
wither 
with leafing prism
this language. 
Remove my eye dark,
gaping.  

Entrain wood grove 
and tree ring 
to your holy 
mountain viewing
pleasure. 

Enchanted corpses
drag rotted feet, 
tread putrescence
in dewey wake
in silver cobbed shadow
foreground of maiden sky, 
hovering. 

Is this haunt or hollowed bless? 

Gorge.
                                 Church.

Cleansing with every shadow,
baptismal sun wading belief.
Land empathy 
hydrate involved intermediaries
Green rush, green rush lost gush
Hilly ridge, starry back bone. 
Blessed syllables middle 
these convictions
down the Rio Grande
to loving impasse 
and bridge of emergence.

Scramble next over rail. 

Black sensitive blossom rest
where Jesus killed himself too.
Scare and smash and skull
 in solidarity opens 
between the goated ghost of 
far banks and warmed 
green water lines. Pools. 
Who wouldn't, of all the places, 
groove their existence along this crack
shatter and spill, here. 

Here, of incessant irrevocable reverence. 

Here, where certain objects predetermine 
their ghosts. 

Here, where Emmanuel prays to God to Gorge 

for a better headache. 

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