Month: December 2013
Key West Branches
One of my favorite things to photograph – a cluster or tangle of things. Branches. Sometimes buildings.
Activation of a kindred that makes “I” plural in the land of self-reference
Don’t ask for meaning as there is really only this strange stuff that happens…
pre-speech, we recall first memory when I met you and became we:
the wall wasn’t there but it was
something held it there for a brief time
but it didn’t hold
it didn’t stay put
the wall wilted
went wilting beyond the frames
what happened to the wall?
you walked through
there was a poster there as big as the wall
you didn’t tear it though
it became slow liquid delayed movement
with a soupy sound
was delayed soupy too when you came
I was still so still
while the world jammed its strange whiz
whiz-bomb fast yammer jamming in my head
(that contained every single radio wave / tv signal)
the messages chatter in voices of light
words uttered at light speed made sputter by the impossible blur
you came and spread vapor into my corners
making shadows live in unknown tar
inaccessible unknowable by the paralyzed person in the bed
I was gripped
you came you became my four corners
I wired into the mass cyber neon interstate of the universe with no boundaries to my head
and I waited
and I wait
and we wait for the light to drink the nightmare from our limbs.
One Analysis of a Hotheaded Floridian
My Face Is Like a Sun
My face is like a sun when I smile
My sun-filled mind was switched on
In a sun-drenched place
Through my skin, sun met sun
Making me golden – red – brown
Weighting my eyelids, fire-blood swimming
Though most moments held a strength of water
even in gray days of lightning
the sun waited behind wind and palms
I grew up in an element factory
Always charged under listlessness
My mind was switched on in dizzy heat
Neurons always overworked before noon
The brightness … inside and out … too much too much
Now in temperate light
I try to bear the sun within me
But many times I go dark
I must keep the early light in my head
Because without it there is no smile no sun
Glad that computers show what brain light looks like
As I lose the south, I find the original sun
The one that has always lived in my brain
Someone told me:
My face is like a sun when I smile …
If I remember this, maybe …
If only I could always remember this