Pure Dog, from Mispronunciations Series




Pure Dog

I’ve mistaken this heart for a dog

Everyday I've been asking for

a pure dog

a clear dog

a crystal dog

…

I sit and I wait and I watch

And nothing

Just a dogs wanting

Im trying patient longing

Then something, maybe

Something like a murmur

Or a melting drop landing

Enough to keep going

I’ve tried caressing and caring, tending, sharing

But I’m restless, waiting, clock watching

And I feel this ongoing, this dogged longing

Patience I'm trying

Ongoing, loyal following

Now I’m reaching, grasping and crawling

Downward doging

Arching and aching, this longing for something, keeps calling

These cares and worries and wantings

But nothing moves with the sound of stories, sorries and lorries

As were walking and walking down this narrow path

With dogged longings

Its ongoing

This waiting for the heart and the dog and you God.




قلب- Heart

كلب- Dog





Your Way



You say this is the right way

the only way

you say it is the way to peace 



You went your way

one thousand miles

and left me stranded 



I looked for you on the way 

I didn’t find you 

days passed



I’m going my way now 

one step at a time

maybe I’ll find you on the way






What Is Not, Is

What is given, what is taken, what is shared, what is lost, what is held, what is passed over, what is owned, what is inherited, what is grabbed, what is looted, what is spent, what is rewarded, what is made available, what is passed between, what is submerged, what is hidden, what is revealed, what is expressed, what is kept silent, what is held back, what is whispered, what is metabolized, what is inherent, what is taken for granted, what is legitimized, what is rewarded, what is present, what is seen, what is forgotten, what is eradicated, what is transmitted, what is known, what is told, what is recorded, what is disseminated, what is left out, what is redacted, what is lost forever, what is continued, what is always the same, what is without a name, what is singular, what is the beginning, what is the last, what is real, what is high, what is low, what is manifest, what is true, what is without end.









Desire




Desire is a train and I’ve been in the wreckage

Crashing, burning, swearing with a smile through a clenched jaw 

The enamel on my teeth has worn thin

I’ve got dental bills through the roof



Cavities, root canals, clip on replacements they’ve offered

A false tooth? 

I chose gold to fill the hole

It won’t be visible but I know it’s there

And I know it will be there in the ground too



A way of giving back- beautifully

There’s something reassuring about the thought of nothing left but a gold glimmer in the dark earth



Swimming pools of gold

They say it’s already a-lotted- written out it’s limit

And part of that will be inside my mouth

Witnessing my every word

Chewing the fat



How is the gold market these days? 

Fluctuating through diseases, presidents, disasters of every kind

I’ve got some gold in a safe too

My marriage dowery

Something to give stability

To hold onto

That’s what they said



Desire is the mainline and I’ve got a ticket on the fastest route




Black Square


Lights on, lights off, as I move in and out of rooms. I haven’t seen the news since I started out on this road. I imagine the war is still raging in the country that birthed the Black Square. Follow the line in four directions, a simple plane emerges, as I draw a blunt crayon across the page. I follow the line without modulations—- an energy transfer—A supreme ancestor arises. 


The weight of the world is hanging over us again but it isn’t that of steel and soot, it’s a virtual vacuum, it contains the depths of a crater, hollowed out and then dumped on our shoulders. We’re blinded by the sun. You’re victory never came. We pin black squares on our chests to mourn that which has come to pass. Im turning around in circles with the impossibility of this task at hand. To think a future new, bright. 






Farm Life


Flowers- healing flowers

Medicinal plants

An alchemist

A herbalist

With roots in soil 

Watered by sacred words

calligraphic landscapes

Sounds of learning, of struggle 

Of memory

A memory palace

The Passion flower

Sings

Its song of sorrows

5 turns around its axis

snails migrate along pathways 

Along doorframes

Frozen in time

A rotation on an axis

That seems forever present

in the winding of the flowers ringlet 

Of the babies curls 

A crown of flowers

Dead thistles

Dusty times end

Crystallized crustaceans

Sacred words repeated

Over and over again

The flowers humming 

In tune

Each leaf a custodian of meaning




Cooking Robot


Date night robot

Sleeping robot 

Hair dryer robot

Hair collecting robot

Cuddle robot

Daal robot 

Breakfast robot

Clean sheets robot

Love robot

Fellacio robot 

Legs spending robot 

Shower robot 

Home making robot 

Bonding robot 

Intimacy robot 

Tomorrows robot 

I plan robot 

Again robot

Tonight robot

Ur place robot 

Brand name robot 

Yes Sir Robot lights off robot 

Walking robot 

I leave robot 

Home again robot





Drunk In Love


You can smell my freedom on me

Your pheromones heightened like a skunks needles

And I’m flaunting it

Wafting it around in my new found ambivalence

Blinded by intoxication

Drunk in love

You throw out your hooks

A single look 

A capturing gaze 

im wasted 



Pussy


Clench the base

See how corsetry emerges from a wrack of ribs 

Tighten, hold, release

Inhale, Exhale, expand, contract 

Everyone is doing it

Everything is doing it


You’re looking at me as I write this on my phone 

You pick up yours to equalize the balance 

Balance 

Never quite achieved 

Maybe it just isnt for me





Safety


To feel safe is the salvation

To search for the salvation is a curse

To search for salvation is emancipation

Salvation from the safety



To live in this tangled hair

A nest to call my home

When home is far and near 

Existing in the objects in my handbag



How to survive a paradox?

To be here and there

Everything and everyone

Neither one nor the other

But one and all at once



I looked with light for light

But I walked around with sunglasses

A prescription that didn’t match

My eyes as they fluctuated 

An aperture resisting restraint



I slept a lot

As early as I could

With eyes closed the aperture fully expanded

Eyelids turned inwards

I slept as long as I could

Waking with clench fists

Ready to tackle the day

Ready to perform a miracle



I slept next to a poet once

All I could hear was snoring

now all I want is song

and poems and soft things

your lullabies make the perfect mornings

I like this invisibility of blackness

With eyes closed and lips sealed

Singing my song along the way home