3122 Florence
...and I took my stand on this desolate seashore
leaving fresh cut grass and the zoo beneath my feet.
sonic pulse acoustic attack rang in yesterday’s residual heat
look! one September flyby...
the great sign sways. the lady drops her starry lamp.
fingers in sea-glass tide pools play countdown, cascading vamp
in the milky arms of Orion’s embrace, 3122 Florence tears apart.
fly by orchid leis wash in oily glisten as night passes while I listen...
blue veins of unkissed hands’ hour rise as if gravity lost its power;
blood rushes, axial age pounding, red dragon falls on blue mountains.
empires built on death and suffering, boiling flood, fly geyser fountains
end of summer hunt. shofar barks black sun signals Sirius, announcing.
blue Kachina chant swells in foreboding perturbations; sweet nightingale
caged three and a half years in this dismal swamp protecting her veil,
lamb’s totalities trail of democide, Trappist tidal locked on eagle’s tail!
...and I made my stand in that sacred cave beneath the tree of yale.
