Letter Two - After Spell #53 (J. Rothenberg) – Another Poem w/ No Mind

 

The month thickens as the crescent moon waxes

stars over the midnight river

stay stuck in their warm beds   all

dark besides     and Mars

in reality thousands & thousands of miles away  yet

mirrors in me the urge for war

until dawn.

Your August 315

fingers a memory

counting time w/ a foot

them changes ain’t what they used to be

have gone brittle &

dropped

away like broken swords.

 

There in the midnight bush

is the cricket so rare around here

no wind no

end to the dying ember @ the end of the incense stick

in the bedroom    on the altar    in plain

sight of Ganesh – in his belly in fact –

and another poem w/

no mind like

beginning mind    the angle pointing in toward my belly rising.

 

 

3:22AM - 8.02.03