I.
Will you learn to dance
on brittle chandelier ankles
when stagefright
hangs itself in shadows
as shrill shards of
arthritic applause
or drown in the choking
swallow of your anchor,
splitting sparrows
from seraphim clouds,
falling into harbours
going up in smoke.
all our heroes are sleeping
when we go down
swinging
clenched fists burying bullet shells,
why must we always be
the butt of the joke
safety on;
we are blindfolded anyways.
the oracle laughed -
she read the lines of my palms
with dagger eyes
said I'd crucify
in prayer
before cutting the strings.
II.
I cannot wrestle these angels
any longer; ones of snipped
wing and rusted halo,
they are only portraits -
not mirrors.
am I learning to dance
in seizure speech, am I not
understood by convulsion;
I do not fear misrepresentation
but a hungry crowd
riddled by rumour &
swept-in satisfaction
these dead birds either sink
or swim
for I am not coming down from this cloud.
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Written on the Jonah complex, in case you want a frame of reference.