La Luna
razors of lightning press my eyelids
your white love, the pearl shell seas
the sky peels back like a scroll
you are mine, unsplitted, fleshless
cornucopias, hot-bed undersea growths of things
joined to other things in sections, in shell lines
mad shadows. my blood is full of alcohol
memory is internally roused, without evasion
I open the door to your shadowed face, dark hair, beard-
those fluid sea-algae, jade-green eyes
do they absorb or reflect light?
light is a tumbling ball
the moon is a lunatic
there is a lady on the telegraph pole
each man or woman who enters has to leave
their personality behind like tossed clothes
pastel lightning crosses the sky
the moon is a fetish
a fat, marshmallow moon
the moon contemplates itself
a blood moon
words are a wash of waves;
waves of a ceaseless alphabet
my throat is a silent, howling hyena
the illness of passion
I've been caught
where is the land; where is the vessel?
lapped wind and frothed cloud
mutant moon
- a glowing field of electrical fabric -
vision is dangerous
this fragile moon letter of white light
the white imagination that you have to travel
through the prism to get to
when I'm in love I'm outside of what
I'm inside of the rest of the time
I follow the moon
am nothing but motion
...............following
streets marked by lights
as round as moons
am nothing
but shadows of light
as the moonlight
careens drunkenly in the sky
shrouds hide me
while the moon dances
a hallucinated ball
of white wind
shorn of darkness
dance naked night
my eyes flutter
in the tops of trees
spirits gather and flee
you have gone
direct link: La Luna
Music by Arnold Wohler, 'Larghetto espressivo' from his album, "Quintett für Flöte, Geige, Gitarre, Klavier und Cello in 5 Sätzen."
