GENESIS OF THE FLYING HEAD

(a show in verse)

VII


The vertical glass is heavy and sharp
a facet unaware of what it’s cutting
the radius of a pipe Calliostro’s shadow
like an elevator drags me down
colors soil layers of strata
the earthly spirit phantasmagoric blood like moss
fish shards leaves of parting
took pictures of us both
through faces candles and stones
icy glass takes a journey
the mechanisms shadows and falling
the kingdom of shadows like total darkness
caskets tumble into mines
ovens burn wax bodies
and angels emerge to console
sad eyes of glass
this is an underground act — with a cracked bell
and howling in the tunnel smoke
shadows of their arms rush behind the train car
through thick vibrating darknes

GENESIS OF THE FLYING HEAD. VII.