Echo of a Scream
(after the painting by David Alfaro Siqueiros)
Hunger creates its own echoes
children without fathers
anarchic screams
there are no full bellies
in this part of Hell
no choice
as if the cries
of the infants
will harvest the land
as if the innocent
will join the Trinity
In peace—
hunger breeds
like echoing pleas
on a shrieking face.
Pink Angels
(after the painting by Willem de Kooning)
Pink angels shaped from flesh
they wonder
at the wonder of desire
in their boudoirs
no resemblance of wings
old habits heaped in piles
tongues explore
each other’s mouth
secret crevices
dare they speak
awakening pink?
dare they swallow
their lascivious words?
Quartzeat
(after the painting by Cy Twombly)
This
arrogance of line
stretching from the Pleistocene
presumptive
solitary
speaking in tongues
meandering
the gods
reaching down
touch the earth with
feeble strokes
tentative
half man
whispering back
babel scratches/artifacts of sound
stroke it
before it disappears
with the curve of any word.
(after the painting by David Alfaro Siqueiros)
Hunger creates its own echoes
children without fathers
anarchic screams
there are no full bellies
in this part of Hell
no choice
as if the cries
of the infants
will harvest the land
as if the innocent
will join the Trinity
In peace—
hunger breeds
like echoing pleas
on a shrieking face.
Pink Angels
(after the painting by Willem de Kooning)
Pink angels shaped from flesh
they wonder
at the wonder of desire
in their boudoirs
no resemblance of wings
old habits heaped in piles
tongues explore
each other’s mouth
secret crevices
dare they speak
awakening pink?
dare they swallow
their lascivious words?
Quartzeat
(after the painting by Cy Twombly)
This
arrogance of line
stretching from the Pleistocene
presumptive
solitary
speaking in tongues
meandering
the gods
reaching down
touch the earth with
feeble strokes
tentative
half man
whispering back
babel scratches/artifacts of sound
stroke it
before it disappears
with the curve of any word.
