Pioneer
In absences, a holocaust
Of self, expelling as atom smasher
a single electron, pinging off brick and sail
In vacancies, an inquisition
hooded in the night you roam
a hollow, singular note in
this orchestra
Sliding past inflated preachers
and transvestite clowns alike
One singing out for stampedes
The other, shackles of divinity
You hear under all wavelengths
A longing composition
of blue serpent suits
And striped sleeves alternating
But all you see is his vague sketch
A Pencil Rough, wholly human
no nimbus of loneliness
A lone sub-atomic
In a clinician's sterile cell
a groping vector
Night's pioneer
Blazing a trail
Down two roads at once
All before first lance
A twilight pilgrim
In a warm, humid night
Crumpled around you
In warm, velvet folds
embracing the dead earth
that clothes you
like mummy strips
You may see my eyes
two puritans setting sail
gouging the static fields
For any scrap of nerve left to feel
Out of the harsh auroral blaze
Every morning my own
private holocaust
a victim by absentee ballot
naked before solar wind
In neophyte night
i start my pilgrimage
seeking a light more primordial
These harsh chords segue
from absent phrases
To a stained-glass coda
My blood, not of like color
rather a sable stream
the kind of coursing anti-life
imbibed by black holes
The eruption of supernova
In which i hear the spectrum
From the blue fringe of sea-foam
to wet paws on green forest mat
Quickening a new red rush
In innerspace
Of self, expelling as atom smasher
a single electron, pinging off brick and sail
In vacancies, an inquisition
hooded in the night you roam
a hollow, singular note in
this orchestra
Sliding past inflated preachers
and transvestite clowns alike
One singing out for stampedes
The other, shackles of divinity
You hear under all wavelengths
A longing composition
of blue serpent suits
And striped sleeves alternating
But all you see is his vague sketch
A Pencil Rough, wholly human
no nimbus of loneliness
A lone sub-atomic
In a clinician's sterile cell
a groping vector
Night's pioneer
Blazing a trail
Down two roads at once
All before first lance
A twilight pilgrim
In a warm, humid night
Crumpled around you
In warm, velvet folds
embracing the dead earth
that clothes you
like mummy strips
You may see my eyes
two puritans setting sail
gouging the static fields
For any scrap of nerve left to feel
Out of the harsh auroral blaze
Every morning my own
private holocaust
a victim by absentee ballot
naked before solar wind
In neophyte night
i start my pilgrimage
seeking a light more primordial
These harsh chords segue
from absent phrases
To a stained-glass coda
My blood, not of like color
rather a sable stream
the kind of coursing anti-life
imbibed by black holes
The eruption of supernova
In which i hear the spectrum
From the blue fringe of sea-foam
to wet paws on green forest mat
Quickening a new red rush
In innerspace