the sparrow and crow are flying
shallow. lightning has stolen the stars
and a doleful crescent moon. rolling
thunder grovels obscenely through
the lowlands. crimson king maples and
northern red oaks dance a scandalous
waltz. i feel this tempest in my eyes.
i was born into this twister never to be
appeased. too nimble to ever be discreet.
i saluted the crucifix to gain favor, but
prudently concealed my faith. my icons
are filled with glamour and flamboyance.
i took delight in the pierced flesh of
sebastian. i licked the tainted arrows
immaculate. praying is a slow train that
never stops. it has no place to go. i eat
my harvest from my zafu, amongst
disciples with no mission. i don’t practice
truth or lies. my war has no graves. i am
crawling to where the sun falls away. the
road is not confusing. i go there every day.