in the singing place I saw the most battered hearts of my generation
sprung free from madness
by starving half-naked angels
and a bloody fix
they knew then that they didn’t have to do anything else
to prove to anyone else in the universe that they should be loved
they stopped PTSDing
and allowed themselves to be covered over with the clean white e-paper of
tripple-affirmation
they rose up in the supernatural darkness
to copy the syntax
of the ultimate request
they bent down with fearful symmetry and railed against moloch
resisting much
obeying much
they tragicocated against all skin-oppression
class-injustice
and schemified-violence
overtaken with sudden loves
they dreamed of adorations and illuminations
containing multitudes of the oppressed
they fell down before the throne of the tyger and the lamb
oh, you, you you, you beautiful, gorgeous dredged-up-wrecks,
I am with you, you re-made hearts, your best-hammered minds
I am with you in your imperfectications and in your insecuritudes,
I am with you in your nightly brokenry and your daily hallucinations,
I am with you in San Francisco, in Rome, in Beijing, in Johannesburg, in Mumbai and in Managua
as you walk dripping with alien goodness
out of a bright river into a numinous redempticon
Modern Soliloquies & Pastiches 