January 9, 2003 |
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in the nite i'm wakened by the sound of an incoming tide water waves hollow sloshing loopway tones enter my body the window's propped open with empty plastic diet pepsi caffeine free stars are gone it's snowing again good let it fall down from the sky endlessly all winter long my friend has written me an email headed go deep into the woods in sleep a man long ago that didn't work his girlfriend's closet lined with shoe after shoe yesterday a new jersey man links a line drawing of a seahorse my tatoo with sexual pathology in my life.. yes.. i've loved women we are all capable of anything or nothing it's only four a.m. yet my gray cat husband wants me to get up to get him canned food the female tiger downstairs is puking sound rises falls in dreams i've been initiated into a society by the hoof of a deer ... on my right shoulder blade with the message - don't be afraid and another time i've been jolted awake shooting a deer straight on in the head in waking life a mewling fawn has come to me on a beach a young spike horn has walked up to me and a cat conversation style at the edge of a road after hypnosis in a summer field deer have circled me bucks have snorted in darkness thick behind trees stomped on woods paths toward me.. one, two, three a leader and i have stood high in dusky silence eye to eye energy thick between us with only the dip of a rock beach between and from the boat a lingering image of early morning a solitary buck on the north point in fall colors sitting.. bathed in sunshine all these imprints they're in me alive my island brother accuses me of not doing my work on a committee does an architect always pick up the hammer and nails my work is who i am they don't really understand how i've been brought up in a hunting family how i've eaten the flesh of deer as a child but these deer out here away from shore they live in a sacred circle as we do they are tribe these last days in the tarot the hanged man comes again and again suddenly i see it he's hanging by his feet strung up like a deer in death at the final hurrah is there anything left but surrender stripped naked shivering alone darkness illuminated by a strange light a halo call it in white...lavendar...violet let it pulsate (the radio alarm comes on it's the art bell show a 'father' is speaking of earthquakes and a prelude to jesus coming back) |
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