static tide: messages from a broken radio  

1.
Let me show you-
I boil, and I can see.

Now naked, she pulls a dune
Into her body from miles away,
And falls asleep spitting sand.

HARE KRISHNA if there be tears!

I see her motherlove
Radiate lizardflesh fish scales
With my third eye belly first-

And thus, I hide.

2.
I am eyes
Flickering across her breast
Under suns angry glare

I am blindman
Sitting, with death rising
His horse is slow
Echoing through empty breath-

Bleak sand and figure turn

To One.

3.
suddenly, a head turns to storm.
A tongue

tastes a strawberry,
And bursts into flames.

The doorways half cocoons asleep-

She eyes me up,
But we both knew it was downtown at two.

4.
"coming?"
-"naw, I found empty streets…"

City streets,
Lone jack walking, finishes as-

"spare any change?"

he stuck krishna in his mouth
and once in his third eye….

…a cart passes by……

5.
"are you, you fucker?"
she said, and o-
"that's good jack,
its good to be first to her mouth."

I put her back on the shelf.

Dust cottonmouthed,
And I could only get thinner-

And would I weep?

6.
sleep in the shade.

My time was the street, I guess:

"Seen Charlie?"
for a butt,
he pulls on the passerby-
"yeah, you too."

A brick backdrop-

"in your next life,
you murder last nights nasty…"

7.
A twitch of flesh.
Robed radience.
Falling back to one knowingness-

Sweet clear desire
Unused between perfect forms.

We dined love,
Seeking a dissonant temple,
Chanting thru the sweary union.

Thots push off,
Wrapping us in natural innocence.

8.
things have but one moment.
Slip into compassion.
Chant doom maya maya.
Burn boil and see.
Let the blows be salvation.

9.
women are full of madness
like us
compunding chickenpox.

We seek to Be.

Still stalling, do not answer-

Scratches and scars
Are kept within a jar.

10.
the sin of being
made me sick.

Bones revealed, the mind
Becomes reality-

No act of confession,
No, only chaos.

11.
we all aim in vain-
shooting arrows at a mirage.

I never regret.
I never repent.
I never forget.

12.
he fires a gun, the earth bubbles blood-
a single green eye blinks.
Infared hands wave hot.
A daisy blossoms like a mushroom cloud.

Water turns to thunder
as it smashes the shore.

13.
groaning openly
he sank to swollen knees
mumbling a childhood prayer
slips into dreams
openly broken

© 2006 ct staples