Cedar Sigo – Two Poems

Cedar Sigo

Two Poems

J.M.

I am a card, a gay blade around women Treat my ills in other realms Transylvania, my heart won’t erase Even to an off-tone chamber music Hath wrath men again blowing noon you soon Hell bent buildings bid good morning Canoe Cologne, Alice Coltrane ring tones Working a white Ike Turner Male Amelia Earhart Expected in the lobby, massive silence It turned my one shot into four Ransacking the rooms, transparent prism An outline of swamps, nonchalance A room abandoned, room in check Under A Glass Bell                                           for Sara Bilandzija The wind is like a movie Mysterious & drawn out It puts me to sleep A thousand miles from home and I never harmed no one One second…… I was checked in one line checked out the next pitching the right keys my sensitivity creates technique You might not want to speak as if you hung the moon It’s high time we sort the killers out from dedicated followers of fashion Turning over a new leaf giving myself the lions share tomorrow is another day flying off handle Strike me, be cross, but don’t hate me! Hesiod slept under a tree Two small waves to drown him deep Does that seem to hang together? The first matter of the spiritual work is always within us A thousand miles from home I was crushed out up & down the coast always out of my Chinese skull