VI. the red blanket at one a.m.
I am an ant. our
house is one of a thousand houses rats’ warren
of twisted gut-paved streets and stop signs, yield signs, I can’t
as an ant
even fathom how to get the hell out of here
to breathe
Lady Life/ Death/ Life I am Persephone down in the earth it is a time
to eat, to prepare, to fumble in the dark
but.
I am not an ant.
everything
is not on the table and spiral focus on the red blanket to dizziness is actually
one
of many options
like the one in which
I am not an ant but
a wolf
I am not an ant.
I am lying on my bed like I did as a teenager and time
has slowed, to the motion of each
task completed, each rising of the sun,
rising of the moon, each gust of wind touching my never-hit face, my
walk-tall torso, my have-danced legs, it has slowed
to the satisfaction of a day and a foot
upon the path and the layers
upon layers of dirt, good dirt, earth dirt
which I have tasted
to my satisfaction and upon my back,
a pack, with a child, and at my side my hearts,
carried in these live bodies,
and time has slowed
to the amounting of a life.
Palindrome
paddledy-wack! mo disna palindrome!
an…. MORPH!
ollywalladoollyalladay
alliday
alliday
ten thousand soldiers strong – alliday
alliday
piranha no ni nay
there is oil!
there is oil!
no more are the rich to toil, there is oil!
(auld lang wage)
bandana ban-dan-na ban-dan-na ban-dan-a dan-a
defeat the weak and eat the meek we never give a
damn!
do re mi do fascist di do re no more can we stand
still
fa la la la la, la la la la
deck the hills the cotton mills the hardened wills
they get their thrills untils we
MORPH!
disna palindrome for soldier/ stranger/ danger/
manger/
evil/ live
and I
no more to lie here dead
and gone
to go
go to
cut down/
rewop.
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