“thro’ tiny chinks in his cavern”
And the Blakean consciousness bleeds on
throughout history’s alive pages,
and I, 24, without dishwasher
in heavy sky of the unusual day,
consecutive rain
and a single window,
out from the cavernous city-dwelling page
into a corridor,
a bound perception
thro’ metal bars forgiving the balcony height
to molded vegetable juice
and the tears of higher neighbors
formed as the litter of bare living,
a recycled bicycle
and out beyond through the thinly apparent walls of Chinatown
broken alleyway light,
a perspective insight
from my Judy of mothers in Peru ,
and an orange
this day,
tasteless,
breaking as styrofoam
between bloodied teeth,
and my reddened lips
taste stomach in the nervous dark,
looking out into the scented air, pungent
with an all-encasing human night,
peering steadily to see the weary raincoats
and automobile phantoms
pressing on into the hard-packed moisture of regularity,
and behind a vehicle, motionless,
a single tree’s risen purpose touches
the first windows of a parallel residence,
and immediately at the beginning to green goodness
amid the forlorn grays and subdued reds
and awful greens and flushed yellows,
an English sign reads,
“LD WAR,”
incomplete lettering foreshadows
the re-emergent world ploy,
blanket of war over the marketplace of western
eyes
eyes
(to westernize with western eyes)
breaking ice out over their green windowed
homes
homes
whose life rings clear
in the tasteful wind
bringing cold and rain
with true knowledge of her leaving,
the door closes behind you twice,
without word,
in absolute Love,
a vacuous throat
shaped by the corridors walked
and now stared through
sitting in the awesome lesson of the moment’s own home,
a dream over 10 years,
that this cave is positioned to open towards a passage,
one’s only point of departure
and perceptual environment is no more or less than passage,
whether through the mixed celebration
of alcohol and music
in Iquitos jungle vibrancy
on the neon drug night
of America ’s wandering life,
whose footsteps perambulate
an obvious clarity:
to heed the passage
and await patiently
the end
of world war