Mythologizing Always: Seven Sonnets

I. Here is a place where declarations are made/where the heart takes precedence the gleam goes bland This is the heart part/intense improvisation on the I/THOU axis pity the poor actors (darlings)dust in their throats (choking) dialogue ancient (concentrated chatter dictated by clouds) click of whispers dammed up phrases     {mythologizing always) Moans move through their limbs like wind through Trees talking mad talk 'cross the illuminated Avenues of hard cities. II. Take the skin Take off the skin Remove the vital organs one by one especially the heart What is left The skeleton The skeleton is made of calcium magnesium, phosphorous et cetera: an amazing catalogue of chemicals You are holding in your arms an amazing catalogue of chemicals The elements clash tenderly Sparking compounds that move like eels Under touch. III. Dime falls, your voice rises (fevered) It's keen, the way the wind whips this Garbage up and around like a father Swinging his baby we are holding hands And yes, giggling no force can stop us now We are singing all the James Brown songs We know helpess off-key, but exhilarated Columbus Avenue breakdown: how the puddles In the sidewalks radiate splendor/glass Broken against high-rise buildings beckon We are hungry the shifting children salsa And you may be our feast, please linger You offer me your laughter I take the sweat from y our cheeks and hum. IV. Taste like tears—sea flaked and heated— Taste like try again and get nowhere, Maybe, this is the sonnet that mimes itself Sequences silent and perceptive The "might have saids" The stomach-eating rage The power of conversation is in its Possibilities of Interpretation (here's where the mime becomes important because the words sound so dumb) And here's where the anxiety dance gets choreographed. It goes like this: You turn clockwise. I turn Counter-Clockwise. We stop, stumble Resolve our steps. Begin again. V. You slipped into something dangerous after attending to your intimate conferences Thirsty friends forever requesting water Or is it blood they want?            Your blood. Somebody's screaming. Is it me? Here on the side street being a sideshow For passersby. You put on your silver armor. I have only my quaint devotion. It is not enough.            You say I can't eat your food, baby, but I sitll like your cooking. Did I trip?         Did you?    That Mingus record is still revolving. You smile serenely.             I can barely breathe. VI. If I could waste myself, I'd do it here In public. Curse your name till my tongue bled. The same tongue that searched out the darkest spot on your back and licked it like chocolate. Curse your name like you were some Broken god in need of further profaning. But I am no good at playing: victim. Sadness is so private. These tears on the Uptown Express. Take that tired song off the constant stereo. It keeps reminding me That what brought me to you was music. You said you never lied to me. Fucker. You take the exit sign home with you. But I won't become invisible.