movements

 

I envision raptors circling overhead

The rain falling

As we dance

This is what we came for—

This is the thing.

The melliferous thing

Because power in this manner is manifested as void

How sweeping have become our feathers

And diligent our mannerisms

How moving has my anger for all things not this become

By all means—

bathe me in drugs

endow me in importance

and I shall reign in the power

like a thunderhead crawling across the desert

windswept hair and rutted fingernails

dust in scarves and sleeves

rested and centered

pit bulls wrestle and play

chasing unknown creatures in the distance—

to which the raptors that linger in a Eucalyptus

have begun to follow

in the hope that a wayward rabbit becomes complacent

that it’s only threat comes from the ground

and they are this coiling column of birds

patiently dancing with us in the sky.

   

I envision the electronics that bring us this moment

Wires draped over metal trash barrels haphazardly

some huge oak tree that has always been the spot

Nine-thousand dollars in equipment

Sitting in the shade,

With liquor bottles flanking it

With the ash from a cigarettes
marking it as warpaint
ketamine, cocaine, ecstasy
have been snorted off this device in times of bounty

this device has been defended in front of authority in times of desperation

our devices// are salvation.

I envision wave forms

flexing through space and time

I envision feathers and machines

through a psychic universe

I am merely the banner of a man

Juxtaposed between many extremes

Animated under a MIDI controller

To be embraced:

Our fusion of mind and machine

I think the same thing that I always think

Lay waste—

Crack the fucking ground—

Uproot this tree—

Scare those birds—

I want the sound. The drug, my one true addiction.

Feed me this substance

Give it to me and bring my form into motion

One that is good to its people

A shape that stands when others cannot

Grant me this substance

Let’s do the things—

Let’s get there.

time slips away

As we dance

in the falling sun

with family and loved ones

Village and tribe moves as an electric forest

Where we are all raptors and trees and people

In some other dimension.

And I feel so close

To something I can never quite touch.