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 oceanís

††††††††††††††††††††††† 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 proprietorís 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