Places Who We Are Today

Well, no, we are not Jews, but
We do know the same
God—4 letters—Mr. Quad
Fourier, Four, Yeah—Way
Way out there:
We are the thirteenth
Tribe,
&
Where
We
Belong
Is
Anywhere
But
Israel.

That sun—over there—never
sets on Thirteenth Soil;
The House Of The Rising Sun
Rests upon the Midnight Dawn.

Bullet of absolute heat and
Prayer could and blue and
Absolute Zero—Kelvin, Kevin,
Calvin, Calvery, Cross, Compact
Ranbow, Double Blue, Racked
Red like pool table cues and Green
Verdant Velvet
—if you please—
Rolling roiling brawling battle

Love is love is love
Love is, was, and forever shall be
Love is.
Viva las—
Viva de colores—

Que Vive Le Roi!

Ruddy red
Raspberry Supernova Red
Cherry creek-in-show red
My main militant Ulysses, I still
Stand here, waiting for our
Red Rapture.

Tachyon Violet (for Daniel)

The thing about a poem–
It travels forward backward–
The deeper you press in,
The more sense that first
–line–
Read a little while back–
Becomes defined to you–
Like a highway sign in reverse.

It purifies the colors: bright spectre!
And the mind and soul of sunlight,
Hidden, awash in sol-light, becomes
Violet violet blue
It makes all the details
Makes them real–

Tachyon definition
as the mind sees more of detail
The more it takes in
at the future’s
soak-in point--to right now.

And there you are.

Somehow, you flip-foward
time
and beauty
and me
As I walk next to you.
You, with the fear of a Local God
–quiet and intense at the prospect
of being given name.

And there and then suddenly I realize
I have
Always been right

–my whole life–
–about THIS:

Sometime ago God
–shattered–

from one being into
countless within formless

and God, speaking his own name
in his own tongue
is how he begins a prayer to himself
a prayer that before it ends,
it mentions YOU.

It all began during a big, distant bang
And will eventually fling apart too far
to see one galaxy from the next,

but, Daniel, may love–
how are YOU today?