Black satin Amazon
Fire engine cry baby
The dark walls of your entrapment swing gently 'gainst the wind
And I swell to touch the firebird
soaring upwards from your breast.
We make love in the burning tenement.
And in your pain you scream.
The mouth opens.
The fire engine roars and we die.
We die the death of the limp sparrow
that rests upon God's [kneed long leg?], mama.
Grasshopper behind my dream.
I fall against your back like the panther in heat.
The tension of your surface substance opens like the fountain, I drink
from the pores of your skin and spit it back into your womb.
Black satin
Amazon
Fire engine cry baby
[Hey!]
I am the lost horizon
whose arms stretch out to caress your limbs.
Insulation pane-glass woman,
your lips run red like the blood of disenchantment.
I look into your face
as I would look into a mirror.
But things fall apart and you are so much shattered glass.
Black satin
Amazon
Fire engine cry baby
[Hey]
My words
My words slip out like forgotten [seed]
scorched on the mountain's echoed silence.
We make love in the burning tenement,
my knife upon your womb,
fingers upon your neck--you scream.
Black satin woman,
you are the Boston strangler turning inward against yourself.
I am not the man who kicked you down the endless shaft of stairs.
I am the black flute
I am the black flute
your [vulva] lips refuse to play.
I knock at your door,
painted with the yellow hall light,
and watch you drown in a sea of tears.
That vegetating stillness, unbearable to watch.
I love you like the rain
that despairs against your window.
The smallness of your back leaning.
And the child
falling.
The humility of my body pillows the amphibian monster.
And I run the panting sound of a long-time [dying].
Come out.
Come out.
Come out wherever your are, I am not Flash Gordon.
Nor the silver chalice.
I am the night of fate.
Substance without form, sound without meaning.
I am one hand clapping, scratching at your door.
The yellow pup
The yellow pup slips through your keyhole
in self-clandestine fervor.
Black satin.
Fire engine.
Amazon.
Cry baby.
Your eyes have not seen.
Your ears have not heard but I wait.
I wait underneath the staircase
for you to come.
Little mama
Little mama,
you know they say that fate
is the substance of things hoped for
and the evidence of things not seen.
Little mama
Little mama,
you've gotta trust me, [mama?].
Let not your eyes betray me like brimstone fire.
I [lend] my hand and you smack my face
in fear that I might touch you.
Black satin.
Amazon.
Fire engine cry baby
[Hey!]
You are not starvation's child
You are not starvation's child but your cup runneth over like
love falling river.
And the fire engines,
see them in the wind.
The fire engines fade
as we melt into the mirror.
(Ah...)
(Ah...)
(A-a-a-ah)
(Ah...)