Month: April 2014

Pyramid Blues

we are subalterns
hinterlands for one another
fading ghosts in a spiritual river
fertile ground beneath the trees

swinging from a fire escape
on a hot metropolitan night
a network of telephone wires
timeless, blazing, and drunk

mythologized men
a prickle in the stew
our historical bodies
and I, your tributary

cats on a fence
under the same cruel moon
with burning songs
and unpublished desires

cast-iron straws
the geniuses of failure
we were never here
we are never really gone