Cedar Sigo
O Fantasma
I have to unbutton
Both sleeves then think of who
For my execution witness listWho cares? What is this
Pouring in? These cakes of ice
I mind are sharp enoughSo is the current so I only
Compose compose and compose
On a river less ancient than thisI own this temple
Its passages close
When I am not thereI stand outside
Of my dark past
And applaud for hoursI once rhymed “start”
To “start” and “Us” to “Us”
In the bath and everythingAnd I was with a razor
Fucking right back. There is a last
Sentence coming overThe loud speaker,
“Before you leave place your
loved ones into the canon.”I choose John Huston,
The Enchanted Flood, and Fun
In a Chinese LaundryThe closer to earth
The deeper the pink
And I am without my loveThoughtfulness now
Behind a bruised mouth
And behind eyes, WhyDo you hold your
Lips that way? Because
I know it looks adorableTo be sleepless and circling
A make-up counter
I recite the lines remembered“Skeletons before a dried up spring”
“Black as the mirror is”
“Under my hand the pyramids arose”Recite the lines
Let them die down
And into the ruinsI used to love this sweatshop…
At night I will return to be seen
The black pearl is setInto my mouth so I die
With a jaw line like this,
Promise me. It’s alrightTo cut up the early work before.
It was politely romanticized
And never done to death.