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   Our iconic symbol face lord Sky-Turtle   
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    15.mar.2007   Thorsdaeg    :   85.winter  27.moon/luna  50.spaceage/edad.espacial     








Beware the ides of March, Caesar. Go not unto the forum this day.





LAST NIGHT


a little fire. I make a little fire in the small fireplace asador
in front of the house

in the wall beside the flat cement
space

flickering flames for an hour or two
sit watching

me

feed bits of wood into the primeval TV, gaze far
off, into history, time, space

down the street I can hear the big boys muttering
I wonder what they are smoking

this morning I saw one guy rolling a cigarette
on a pizza box top his buddy laughed at me

I guessed there's been a delivery recently
hope nobody got killed for it

me I'll just make my own little fire in front
of this house

from wood, nothing less, nothing more, all
mediocre, light or opportunistic yes

light = fire
mediocre = small, slight
oppportunist = this month empty front house

no one rents, I make my little fire one, two nights, the flames
go returning carbon into the atmosphere

soon I be gone, too, around that
corner

down the street into sweet
lady death

you can see her in all the stores for sale here
pure mesquite charcoal

fire is the secret
all the ancient worlds knew this

n o w     I am there

with them





forget Alexander, ignore
Caesar

Julio-come-lately day before
today

not them




no no no




old Rome and antique Greece were modern compared to before,
when "we" took fire and made it

ours

no ,    I

mean

long long long ages of time before the first echoes emerge in books
someone can still read only two thousand years later

Plato pretending only the fire is real outside and he
chained inside, seeing only shadows

even he just today, looking back
into before the

same long long long before thousands that of those years and generations
more thousands

and more still seeing back and back deeper into
that cave

and even that is only into the stone age, why
"we" have been "around" long long longer and much more

and fire has been our friend against the night
against the wild animal

against the cold of ice age winter

and north

our light into the heart of our brain
our poetry of love and desire

hot you make me hot baby fire

oh yes like that yes please
uh huh

burn baby burn











   15.mar.2007    :    85.winter/invierno     27.moon/luna     50.spaceage/edad.espacial










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