Dust and spirit
in the cavernous eyes
of our dead cat
help to immanentize the eschaton
toward a fruit-based strangeness
with the head of a girl
with the snake of a body
at the Erie County Fair
in the Synod of Dort
find a solitude,
near the chessmen and the tax returns
where the lammas dream
in a luxury gay space communism
find a dead wood’s postcolonial guerilla exegesis
in the mobs of vindicators
find the root fallacy
of the music that can carry it
and for “weird but true”
read “the world tree”
read the crows of Boulder,
read the magpies of London,
read archaic tribal garbage or an original Christology
and then Jack, and then Bobbie,
and then Jeffrey’s bridge,
and then Corbett’s ashes,
in the funerals, dentists, divorces,
In the brain masala and bhima astrologers
be a brilliant heliotrope in a flannel waffle hemp
read the welfare queen’s strawberry unicorn cakes her bare buick rusting
no Ding Dongs,
no Sea Gods,
and more Toms outbound.
from A Princess Magic Presto SpellFind more by Lisa Jarnot at the library
Copyright © Lisa Jarnot
Used with the permission of Flood Editions.