Thursday, April 30, 2009

I'm still here

In case my reading in the video is not too clear, here's that poem:

I hid it in my pouch
And ran down the white steps
Leaping past Gabrielle who
Given the chance
Would beat after me:

Infidel Infidel
Bring it back

I slipped into the garden
And hid in the lush grass
Snaking around Michael who
Given the chance
Would beat after me:

Infidel Infidel
Bring it back

I tiptoed into pandemonium
And scurried into a cave
getting behind the Devil who
Given the chance
Would smile sharply at me:

Brother Brother
Let me borrow that

For all their divinity
And all their grace
None of the archangels knew
I had stolen God's name.

Flame and Bone

When I was made from fire
Poured into the tender vessel of caution
That keeps my smoke from rising
Quickly did I discover that apart from crisp drizzles or falling snow
The world chilled my touched
Walking the narrow cornered gap between girders and cut stone
One learns to tuck his shoulders in or risk
Jostling a neighbor passing by rapt with want
For a clear path without the distraction
Of another man's boiling eyes
The tip of a finger
That oldest of all weapons
Grown deadlier and pristine in its invention
Gathers a mote of a cinder on its bare flesh
And turns pondering how best to scratch the impious itch
Prying open the tender seam
Where the oil of thought dews
Offering a new wick to ignite
Squirming alive as a salamander of mischief
That yearns for a taste of air it is so ready to devour
The steam of breath betrays me
Before the glint of orange spreads
In popping bright waves
Eroding the fibers feeding it
Leaving naught but ash
As my shell of quietude falls away