DREGS OF MY CORPSE

I thought I sent that body down the river...
I thought she carried it all away...
But she left me the dregs...
The Ganga wanted me to bow more...
To the threads and fabrics...
Of a suit now ready to be worn...
Born again and coming into the light...
And out of the shadows...
And into a place of more shadows...
Realizing that I'm still a shadow...
Casted behind...
Sometimes in other directions...
A constant inspiration...
A reminder of creation...
And destruction...
And that sunlight touches structures...
Like architects that sketch...
A dog will fetch anything at his master's request...
A short journey of nothingness...
Embodying master's something-ness...
My nice warm shirt on cool fall days...
Where a woman may need comfort...
Or a reminder of her own black power...
A power dormant and powered like the sun...
Revealed in due time...
Childhood rhymes to inspire drunkards...
Those that crave death...
And also crave happiness to sleep quietly...
To dream of white cranes and blue herons...
Remembering the nature of the limitless...
A star unaware that it is indeed a whole galaxy...
Resting at the bottom of my cup...
I drink up...


doM

CUTTING RIBBONS

A couple throws of earth...
To celebrate the grand opening...
A leaving behind of the old...
And stepping forward...
The buildings begin to rise...
The structure no  longer a structure...
But now and continues to be just that...
To leave behind the blueprint...
To put aside the T-square...
And see what has been learned...
And see what comes out...
Missteps are necessary...
Setbacks essential...
Five back and Ten forward...
To prepare for the Grand of all Grands...
Beyond basket weaving...
Beyond creative visualization...
The Director sets all parts in motion...
Moons and Oceans...
Synchronicity of cities and planners...
Of plants and power...
Of threads and fabrics...
Moving beyond all that the farmer has taught...
Taking all that was learned...
Ancient to New Landscapes...
Where abstract is non-existent...
Let the builders build...
The craftsmen and skilled laborers...
Helping the chief...
Of the village and of the firm...
Of the land and of the Grand Design...
And a beautiful ribbon worth cutting...
A toast to designing the impossible...


doM