While forests of rain
are tumbling from the clouds,
From each exhaled breath,
swarms of insects, transparent to opaque,
spiral fluttering, butterflies to birds
to armadillo exhalations.
And soon there will be humans
in the aisles of nature’s
In a flurry of her own creations,
the goddess wakes.
I will not take that path again.
On the rocky banks of the Amazon Canal,
where once the melting Andes snow
dawdled on its journey to the sea,
we gaze upon two remnant pools:
los ojos del diablo,
the devil’s eyes.
The Goddess Transita berates me.
You must not race to your story’s end
when you’re at the bare beginning,
in headlong disregard of protocols and rites.
Your words and actions must take
She studies a charcoaled jawbone
with expensive dental work
and tosses it aside,
a contemptuous anti-Hamlet.
When she turns to me again,
her eyes have narrowed.
are redundant here.
Your deliria of desire
have no place.
I beg, I plead, I make my elevator pitch:
I’ve studied management by matrices
and lies, served tea
in the company boardroom…
but she throws me in the nearest pool
before I’m halfway through.
As I descend, I wonder if
the cold blue deep
inside the devil’s eyes has wifi,
so I can write my back story.
I drove the night, headlight highways,
points to pointless destinations,
through clouds of rutted dust
along the Razorback to Camden.
Me and you, between us,
distance markers tick off time,
parsecs, light-years, minutes, miles,
from Aldebaran to the Andes.
No ink escapes the page,
no pixels leave the screen,
all my hollow thoughts have been expressed, inspected.
Yet one synaptic link away,
an untidy mystery waits unnoticed.
On board a hypertrain,
blue-eyed Inspector Transita,
uniformed in jungle green,
contemplates my offering.
This is not a ticket
from the Razorback
to the Amazon (light meal included).
It’s mediocre scribbles on a crumpled
You’ll have to pay a fine
An apocalypse without severance pay; my experience serving boardroom tea is described here; elevator pitch: a short persuasive sales pitch; a hypertrain is an ordinary train with “hyper” as a prefix.
forests of rain (part above)