"per-form" (2023/01/07)

kings o the night, ancient, Aztec ones - bright in sunblaze
where it shines in the darkness
they gather

below the city slum of rivers, the ancient ones, that flow
below the Market
guiding death beyond the gates

humans, we are
space our mother/father - Earth our driving wheel, and ghost and spirit
our screams

there is an old owl-shaped
neon sign in the jungle, where the blocks meet the soil on which
crocodiles feast, deep below the city, below the river even
o the story and glory of daze

they still sing, in unison
where all they per-form is noted duly, in the scripts of the veil beyond
the green UFO screens of dusk

there is something cooking here, entirely baked and origin
where dharma sleeps, I wake from my slumber, origin, origin
and I bathe in the sky and wear stars on my cheeks

there she sometimes wakes up, radiant in silk patterns
to kiss the stars and scream of Aztec bungalows
whenever we construct them again

each yawn a blessing, a trace of form
form form
per-form