Imitation
of Antonin Artaud
Star
eating the light, shine
your
darkness in the sky,
show us
where you are.
Sweep away
the
astral crumbs
of that
which
we are made of.
Is that laughter I hear in the distance?
Poet,
be
celestial as the night sky,
open
the shutters
of your shy heart.
Oblivion,
disperse
the kaleidoscope
Celestial Ones,
flip
over the record,
listen
to the other side
moving
toward the center
grooves
progressive quickening
rotations
before
the final silence arrives.
in the middle of the
disc.
In
the August Cart
after Aldo Vianello
strands of dust-wings
follow
the dry wheels
paired lines in the path
paired lines in the path
marking
generations of cart crossings
August
brings to the fields
an
arid reality
the
sky waits in glacial pace
to
reveal its galactic origins
transform its quiet
transform its quiet
arid
emanations
into water-words, ocean-sprays,
into water-words, ocean-sprays,
globular
glistenings
late August agonies
late August agonies
bring
also
late August fruits.
late August fruits.