Her Seeing Night

They came,
red dark bursts of flame,
thirty-six letters spun, living deeds,
unloving pupils, bumbling tongues.
Their foundation, a high,
mountainous host
of world-lent reputation,
built talk upon silent song,
blood-caked, lashing purple,
the gaping electorate:

neck-bones bent, bending,
incinerating laughter?
Radiated in the few million,
their mud-slick ear, anger,
hirsute genitalia, a tough suspense—
stone nickeling
white viscosities, the shine, the light,
one stub-node humbling,
two binary agreements dancing,
and delightful fever
assembling prayerful,

shawl hurt, garment rung,
tapestries kicked, sandal slung;

frenzied, slither, broth pinked,
outside a main, a graying lung.


On a postmodern roam through post-
mortem Rome,
my main man and his ridiculous dream, accumulation,
a signature union, square zeroes,
half a downtown away,
believing his
why-live-here under a distinct,
defunct districting, a Southeastern seaport’s
caucusing clockface,
vibrating that vision, scorched-out,
yellow—faded memory, fading polaroid,
finally, wholly processed.