September 24, 2011


There's a hidden sweetness in the stomach's emptiness.
We are lutes, no more, no less. If the soundbox
is stuffed full of anything, no music.
If the brain and the belly are burning clean
with fasting, every moment a new song comes out of the fire.
The fog clears, and new energy makes you
run up the steps in front of you.
Be emptier and cry like reed instruments cry.
Emptier, write secrets with the reed pen.
When you're full of food and drink, an ugly metal
statue sits where your spirit should. When you fast,
good habits gather like friends who want to help.
Fasting is Soloman's ring. Don't give it 
to some illusion and lose your power,
but even if you have, if you've lost all will and control
they come back when you fast, like soldiers appearing
out of the ground, pennants flying above them.
A table descends to your tents.
Expect to see it, when you fast, this table
spread with other food, better than the broth of cabbages. 

September 14, 2011

expose for the blacks

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