“the body of solid blue,
that I, might clean away the rust,
in the crevasses, in the hinges, of my sick soul.
Come, with God and Gold and Pearl,
make them blue once;
with holy water,
Come peel away His hot eyes.
abrase my skins...
praise my sin...
Seethe sea shell charms, compare me,
Boil red dinners, for which I indulged,
and bartered the pearls that sat
upon a satin pillow, inside my ribcage.
Brass —Violence —
ghost sheets and halos—
Winds and wallops
a white sea
Laced by quantum oil spills
prayer, flutter and ash–
the rush, of purple-winged shadows,
that strobe light knuckles;
to Deliver From Evil,
place upon packed clay,
a cell that ticks—
submit to the vertical bind,
Eden serpenting wrists and spine.
To stay is a question, an enemy,
built on the backs of atoms;
building, Eve’s spare bones and ribs,
how to escape,
not, from pride, but from friction,
the searing orgasm of resistance;
she dove-dived downward,
anticipating the raging ground.
The light illuminated,
the love lucid loss;
leaving, the bliss of the blind."
Michael Darrell Walker