La Furia y lo Obscuro

One of us has to go
you, wound up in laughter
and cigarettes

and I, grave-gripped
Herd branded with Mayan calendar
and revolving moon
My heart turning green like fouled meat...
Simplicity, herald undefiable
for those who steps are grooved
For those whose pattern of decisions
and directory of events
are solid with repetition

yes, this sculpture looks like yours
referenced to consensus
common to a year long observation

footage and archive
absolves absolutes

a denseness of particularities
seems almost human
we’re not fooled by
the rule of exception

Her lake ripple corpse
Sonar to memories
of cabin life in submarines
The hedon resolve at
tobacco facilitates
visits to the mausoleum

“they’re in a better place...
they are NOT in a better place”
enough lies as now to feast

I see ashes
I smell death
one of us has to go

love or life
the song of clean boys
chose life

let love burn
cremate our aspirations
any claim to nobility
any mortgage on mistake

I eat faithful memories
resounding recollections
the grate of truth

and thumbs to simplicity’s bouquet
the papacy of happiness everyday
To the heresy that is an episode of tangles
that is the free foil to axe dictums
As her body lowers
As I breathe in smoke
as flies that buzzed her face’s wax
landed on lips
In exhaust fumes exhumes faust
chant in unison notated for expected forgetting
acceptable.