Dedication to origins
I come from the loins of teenage
passion - think Here From Eternity
at a lake in the. Catskills - I come from
the watchful whirling spectator of two
youngsters in love - singing from song
sheets - playing handball on bare apartment
walls - rocking their mattress in what I thought
was their private wrestling game that they so
enjoyed - I come from a movie idol dad lighting
two cigarettes and giving one to my mom with
the perfect tawny skin and tangerine lips -
and from beyond this literal love - beneath - to
the seductive scent of turpentine, the story beneath
music-trembling-walls, sinking into my soul as my
tiny chest trembled - I come from the coalescence of
survival in the face of oppression of having my small
face turned to ingest the taste of ash - to feel the closing
chambers - feel the forest and swamps beneath the ripped
feet of the fortunate -to fall into a hand hewn grave and to
burn bright in the crematorium of forever - I come from endless
wondering at the ponderous spectrum between the poles of
love and hate and a continuing incomprehension of indifference.
I come from the far beyond then, the life bound then, the evolving
this, and the thrusting forward into the then as yet unwrit ...
In dedication to these flickered images of origin and the
layered miasmic, the mummurated mass of all omitted ...
each moment touched and razor scored another layer on my soul ...
earthbound still and yet dedicated to the sensed oneness that
connects this filamented me to it