Steve DALACHINSKY
Patti Smith's Fingers
where are you from?
there is no distinction between your face
& mine
your veins strove for & been thinkin
call & the traces of unpolished resilience
in we both
i sit a table away from patti smith
outside the french café
the café’s open door is all that separates
conversations & plates
these late breakfasts we share—
across the street
a cat stares
at the shadows on the sunlit steps
all that separates it from them is the window
there is little distinction between her greying hair
thru the café glass & mine
fire backwards is easy but says nothing
her mouth nose eyes gestures smile
the work we put in the success we achieve
the way sugar seeps into the blood
& makes one worry as one slows
wire traces itself within various activities & choices
patti smith’s hand rests on her knee
we are all a few giant steps away from lose
the boy the girl
rubber bands what we inherit
or what we scattered on an oil stained street
her fingers move as she annunciates what to me is only silence
words without syllable or vowel
a postcard away from being delivered
the open door between us
as closed as any
cloud covered sun
can
get…….
stone head ( for ira cohen )
1.
deaf fingers spell your name
reminding us of death war love
untidiness age & agelessness
freaks & walking
walking beneath the
moon as it mingles w/the
stuls & flames & coming
wealth
i place a stone on my head
& dream that i am dead
& paying homage to my / self
i experience night as if it were a
flickering beard of light
invented by blind men in a storm
i am demolished by pain & crowd
control
& my balls have no personality –
dad gabs
( funanambulably ) while tip toeing on a tightrope
a dream i have awake about death always
about death scratching @ my thighs
like a bored cat
spool unspun a net of dnicts a copy/cat
scrawler throwing his loneliness @ the sky
& all remaining the stone on my head
& my head struggling to become the
moon
& between back & forth we become un-
dangered.
2.
i am empty yet so
full
of my/
self
filled w/chattering
si ………………………………..lence
& shattered prisms
all containing distances & tangled rain-
bows
brief thinking my hand to my mouth & the night
a pile of cinders & deceased lang
uage & lapened pupp(i)e(t)s.
3.
hot flash:
the world is becoming endless
hot flash: black is the color of the fractured light
hotflash: time is the music of armies
h ot f lash > a shivering # erects itself on his chest
broken sleeveless
24 + 42 + 2+2 +4+4 +4+2 +2+4 plus @+$=
hot flash - the wind is a gypsy that thinks it is a mirror
FLASH /// * i am stained so much you would think I was wearing a suit
flesh; i am rusted & undone
Oh sweet GACIHC
hot flash?
i wait
a waiter
weightless w/heavy
socks
gone in copia
burying the emblems
become a headstone -
yet you remain sockless.
A PRESENCE
Conjured spoken there is no where? when the place is a blaze
The arc of the dancer speaks to the common ONE
Why there is no visibility to the WIND
There is no justice if there can’t be PEACE
There is no PEACE
The WIND it speaks in triangles speaks in circles and squares
In the WIND there is a presence of DARK & LIGHT of MA
Of WAR of JUSTICE of PEACE
IN the WIND there are the particles of life that make up the particles of Breath
Of Death of Green and Blue & SPIRIT & FRUIT & MOON
Of trail & entrails of trials of holocaust & ceremony
Of silence between the silences of noise within the noise
In the Wind there is a presence
an unseen force that binds us to the earth
An unheard force that binds us to the trees
An unforced presence that binds us to the clouds
In the mouth there is the understanding of tongues
A pastoral untangling
In the breath there is the wind that binds us to the sky
That brings us toward the storm
That wraps us in its EYE
That levels us to the ground
& makes us beholden & humble & held in its presence
in the wind there is darkness & light
& particles of man and beast and breath and death and justice and joy
BLINDLY A SPIDER SLEEPS INSIDE ME
My identity becomes a web of circumstance
Sing oh sound oh speculation
Sing oh night’s untiring tune
It’s when the one without the cell phone becomes an outsider
The one without the computer is crazy
It’s when the one without e-mail is no longer a communicator
When the one who sees clear is called blind
It’s when those who have everything are considered the good guys
And those who have nothing are moot
It’s when then that we know we’re in trouble
It’s when then that we know we must change
We must all feel together that the healing has begun
We must all feel together that the this battle can be won
Then we may begin to feel what this is all about
This phenomenal THIS the place that we come from
BLINDLY A SPIDER SLEEPS INSIDE ME
There is this black box called paradise with one bright star locked deep within it
There is the black & white skyline zigzagged w/lines of complicated sky
There is this dark light this cold burning sunset
All these freaks who wanna be first
All this madness trapped within a pound of grey matter
And this yawning spider that wants to break out
In the wind there is a presence a knowledge almost to deep to be spoken
Magic and magical powers clouds that have no reason
We have lost our reason
It is not the first time that history defeats itself
You can spend a lifetime in a place and never get to know it
Spend moments and feel like you’re at home
The wind winds thru me it picks up pieces of US and joins us to all others
The moon shifts inside me muddied it speaks and I understand
The wind picks up the moon like it was paper
Paper with the headline
where is the line to be drawn
when will the dusk meet the dawn
do fish sing?
connection of bone to flesh
who makes the music?
connection of bone to flesh
in the wind there is a presence ANIMAL VEGETABLE MINERAL
tasting and smelling and hearing and seeing
what is this talk of equality? we left the cage in order to seek safety
I don’t want to be black I don’t want to be white
I don’t want to be wrong I don’t want to be right
I don’t want to be YOU
Why can’t we all just get along why can’t we all just get along why can’t we all just why can’t we all just why can’t we all just
Mysteries cannot be proven love is never enough
Magic is not localized language is not singular
Humans are no more important than each other more important than each other than animal than vegetable than mineral a spider sleeps inside me in the wind there is a presence no more important than any other human than doctor or lawyer or plumber or monkey or gardener or president or fish or elephant /do fish sing
Do fish sing? connection of bone to flesh
the oldest tree
it is a very old tree
shake with it
sing to it
with it
dressed or undressed
it is a very old tree
a rain falls on it
a cold a heat a wind
the effect of the sacred upon the sacred
WHY CAN’T WE ALL JUST GET ALONG
WHY CAN’T WE ALL JUST GET ALONG
We are the receivers thru us the total is realized & released
We are the channels animal vegetable mineral
We must teach each other and ourselves
We must learn from our mistakes
Did I say that did I really say that
Blindly a spider sleeps inside me
If only I could speak to something other than the moon
The wind in the wind there is a presence
I go blindly into the WIND
The sky is blue concrete
We arrive whole bodies into the prism
Embodied within the origin
Turning into mirrors of water
Facing a forgotten sun
Man
Rotting within the absence of colors
Tho nothing is without color
Like nothingness itself
In glorious black & white
I don’t wanna be black
I don’t wanna be white
connection of flesh to bone
He realized he was his body
And that his body carried him
He realized he was his body
And his body was carriedby him
The politic of color
The candle in the dark
Blindly a spider sleeps inside me
I plunge into myself and waken
I dare not say light LIGHT there I said light
We arrive in the light whole bodies
The angel arrives by the river
A river of angels arrive
Light I will not say light
In the wind there is a presence
Blindly sleeping inside me
Why can’t we all dream of light
She dreams amongst the blues & pinks the earth-encrusted browns & pale yellows
We live in the light every day
There is never an absence of light
Never an absence of darkness
Do not be misled by the moon
Do not be misled by your reflection
Who do you see in the mirror
Who do you greet every day
Color is a Glass eye an eye in a glass in a wooden box a black box w/ a star in it
Color is a STOP SIGN a universe magic an apple as it ripens
An incandescent voyeur a decadent drunk
A gentleman a woman of circumstance a filter cigarette the seasons a system
In the wind there is a presence a spectrum a soul where sand turns to glass
A color that sings of its birthright like the connection of bone to flesh
You say evil I say evil you say evil I say evil
Why can’t we all just get along why can’t we all just get along why can’t we all just
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