for John Giorno, 1936-2019
silence at the walls
how clear today straits of Gibraltar
& watch friends leave and return
it is a fluid system
we are together in Tangier, blessings
with vision in a poetry bubble over the water
end of time?
did they- your friends – self-realize magic?
what’s the transmission?
did we get there yet?
which bardo of becoming?
William might impart his whip-clarity
love is a prophecy, a trance
was Brion isolated into this love?
O wild workers of the word!
was it only music that monsters over us
heats up feet of small children
the Gnawa speeds on, whirling upon the stage
kif on my tongue
what stage are we moving on and into,
a dagger-like wisdom?
biting the tongue of your corpse
minds flies near and smooth
how near and far to death
primordial wisdom mind you say
mirror wisdom holds the surface down to the
ground glass from which all text emerges
all language dances its ideas
holds up the earth and sky…all on a wire
remember our countless interventions
hipsters in the dream the streets of the world
inscription for our time
struggle for justice, equality, queer love, entheogens
all the sousveillance a documentary poeisis
now memories called simply memoire
re-enact life, scroll down
ashes scatter, re-scatter over ghost fragments
a busy charnel ground
shamans invoke and resist pull of poetry’s
perpetuity fuck that they whisper
it’s mere fold in time
rediscover your Sufi harmolodics free from any
Alystyre Julian, Outrider film