Deep Politics and Borderlands

Deep Politics

There are no more uses
for the Sumerian isotopes
such wicked Barbarians
that restrict themselves
to themselves, the study of
bloodthirst and blacklist
in a collection of signals,
the lighthouse of men
and ammendments made
as the earth is showered
with the heavenly gloss,
the enchantment of the hearings
to export the shine
as a handshake.

If this has a name
it wants to know what you
are doing not where
you are heading -
that it knows already,
the call is definitely yours.

Then when the skirt
is pushed aside,
the pope identified
as the faces emerge
from the loins of a woman -

-her breath stalls on the page,
a moment of clarity
pressed into paper, swells
with life or death,
a serious bloating of wills
slammed together.



Borderlands

I'm not so sure about these
new templates, the mountain
I climb from four to six each
day is still there at night, it is
warming up to me, showing
new secrets each time. Today
a rabbit, last week an immigrant's
pack and razor, tomorrow who knows.
I'm hopeful that stars keep
just as busy as planets.