The Places Who We Are Today

Well, no, we are not Jews, but we

Do know the same God—four letters,

Mr. Quattro, Quad Fourier, Four.

Yeah—way, way out there—

We are the Thirteenth Tribe and where

We belong is anywhere but Israel.

The sun never sets on Thirteenth soil;

The house of the rising sun rests upon our midnight dawn.

Bullet of absolute heat and prayer cold and blue and

Absolute zero—Kelvin, Kevin, Calvin, Calvary

Cross, Compact Rainbow, Double Blue

Racked Red like pool table cues

And green verdant velvet—if you please—

Rolling, roiling, bowling battle:

Love is a—

Love is—

Love is, was and forever shall be…

Love is.

Ruddy red,

Raspberry-supernova red,

Cherry cheek in snow red:

My lithe and delicate man, my

Ulysses—Daniel—I still stand here,

I still await our

Red Rapture.