Bleeding Art

A touch and/of ownership

Insectual movement/desire ceases

Like the space between us

All

Other considerations die of/like distance

There is no background

Silent feathery anticipation

Fire teeters on the tips

of wicks

of stars

Intheternal frenzy of the sky/audience in love

Hypnotized by the mantra of the red ocean’s

waves/snores/melodies

from opened mouths

Pumping the tap of the nectar of still waters

the index of possibilities

probabilities

fantasies

realities

He, the cave, the jerking winds, the reins

With the shadows of the spirits of things

Inspired as runaway blood like leaves

ascending the circular staircase

of his windy thoughts

Then settling

As the chisel frees the prisoner of earth

(senses and sense)

As the proprietor’s caress brushes the canvas by the slivering river

As the pick bends the sound trapping bars

As the pen stabs the page drawing

Blood

From the creation/love/pain of birth

From the crucifiction

Of the heart

From what is inside that

No one wants to see

From the unreadable marrow

You do not dare to speak

Blood essential (for) proof of existence

Blood for brotherhood

Of universal suffering

And for we who enjoy

This party of outdoor chandeliers

Twisting, dancing singing

A serenade for the eyes

Thus the bloody ink of the artist

freezes and thaws the

sky

He the injured and exalted

He control is in

the veins of us all

He the human divinor

the questioning answerer

To the call of the moon.

-- Written January, 1982