S E C O N D A R Y    W O R L D S

You saw me before I saw me
Said I to men who have more power than God
and invoke money by its secret name.
The color of my soundless cry
is the intimate shade of nothingness
You saw me before I saw me.

Do handle me gently!
Hollered I to the guns totting weightless men
Exquisite vision crafted in the blazing
forge of seven riotous rainbows,
(rainbows…even the gods love rainbows!)
…please handle me gently.

A careless wave of yesterday’s wand
pumps today’s biceps full of the intoxicating
steroid of power…Superpower!
I am afraid for the mighty manifestation
that can save me and my kind
still has to re-create itself
I have to find me
You have to find you
We have to find us
or the crooked memories of a faraway heaven
will ferry the innocent to hell.

But tarry awhile
Crack the ovate outrage farted by the insatiable hen
with the wayward pant…
Apocalyptic visions!
Are we indeed in the end-time?
Hang the hangmen who utter such profanity!
Tell their displaced ghosts it will take forever
for this mighty egg to birth God
…and a new world.
Old things will flake away
All things will become hues
sheer layers of electrifying light
shocking intermingling colors
- like walking into a rainbow in progress
and suddenly becoming incapable of seeing
its edges and creases and slopes and stops,
suffused in yielding yellows
and reds
and brooding blues…
Lost in greens
Lost in oranges
Lost in a gazillion undiscovered shades
Make the aha! noise again
Did I not say to you once upon a time
God is still God…

And so I said to the voodoo man,
the merciless feet of distance weary the shoe
Still my kind will traverse treacherous terrains
if you would make for my kind another world
one far from this one that we know no more,
a secondary world to shame mindbenders
who choke our dreams in the dark tunnels
of their nightmares and pretend we cannot
one day snap frozen fingers like the
forgotten wizards of forgotten realms
to call back the sun.
Magic, voodoo man, make our fingers magic…

So I blunder through vacant streets,
walking my drunken walk along the rickety bridge
at the end of a rickety world,
scalding a firstfinger in the
mucus streaming from the conjunctiva
of homeless children,
talking my drunken talk,
eluding the firestorm in the heart of every
outspoken sun hollering
in the deep dark holes in my head
“call back The Son! Call Him back Now!”

I-we-all fling ourselves into
the promised blank,
but the long rope of gravity
would not yield
And so I-we-all dangle,
bats in the crevices of confusing caverns,
bleeding into the cup of your open palms…
With what shall the invisible man
personalize transparent screams?

And so I-we-all wake the voodoo man
Forgive this aberration, voodoo man…
Forgive the miserable words
composed of the crumbs of stolen seconds
that hastily build a rocky mountain of broken hours
Forgive this distraction that finds expression
In the humbling reflection of oppression and just
make for my rare kind that Otherworld.
The time is now!
Take me, voodoo man,
Take me elsewhere by the nowhere river
Near the somewhere tree with the limp branches
that get re-charged on cold smoke.
Take me far from the headless roach
rat rumbling street tumbling after my fleshy rear…
Astride a sliver of runaway sunlight
To a sirening fountain of molten rocks,
Sundance
Moonprance
Rhythmless star ping-ponging in the scanty shadow
of skewered space
Take me away, voodoo man,
Each time I wander with snakes,
I take my charmed smile along
And even when they think I’m dead
I am alive
Take me, voodoo man
God is still good.