September 2025

Left the body

Drowsd a little
Done with soul
–

What to think
Dusting up crown

Garment mirror
Pull me close
–

Quietness and calm
Rest and rejoice

No more doubt
Astonishing!
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Bird and pencil dining
Bird and pencil dining
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Special visitors

Walking on stilts
in snow
–

On the subject
of assurance

I …

Here, my one raucous prayer
coaxed from this poor drum,

my double heart, under a beat-up slat
of divine light. It’s habit: I evade 

the foreseeable blessing, this thorn
thief, this fiend for deep bass 
and the dynamics of  burning— 

now bird, now furnace, I’m returning
to love itself. Let me face 
the beginning of sound, first horn, 

origin…

For Kamau,
for the furtive sound
of his phonaesthetic exegesis,
for his secret technology
of liquid textology,
the seppy,
pure energy
seducing the ear,
lancing the plane of sight.
And if vision is righteous and holy and pure,
then Baba you was the sonic sage,
the one who never kept
silent,
the one who never wear
necktie yet.
The…