Fire I
ages ago
burning took place in the throat
and eye stung with smoke,
pouring from the ears as
mind grinded and crushed glucose.
mitochondria pumped out gallons of ATP
that coursed through the engine made
of skin and hair tingled at
sensations of ideas and articulations of smells.
rust and gorgeous earth metal
poured from the pores on the face
as the beating, berating heart
pounded to reach the mouth
and exclaim the phenomenon of a being
born in stars, of words and memories
rushing through the sky of consciousness.
Fire II
demolition, wreckage, angry foam flotsam amidst a
storm of hissing lungs and pulsing livers,
of rolling acid digesting
pages upon pages, of mountains
of letter and ink, and symbols of
omega leaping in fluorescent light
with numbers slipping into letters and letters slipping into
pictorials of ancient perennial pastimes:
toiling within Mendelian plots of farmland,
beneath the sun’s staring eye.
wading through white lilies,
sifting through glass atoms,
As rain falls gently and we breathe water.