Heavencity 2

Heavencity 2

A silent explosion just tore apart the skeleton of my senses
Or that’s how I’m trying to retrieve it to its original state
By striking at the central level
Where were you born from, poet? Where did you buy the wings from
And flew off to sniff the scent of our angels’ bikinis? Now no angel
Can hide her odourless perspiration and nipples of marble-layer
On occasions they decorate eyes with twinkling red blue tiny bulbs
And mesmerize pan-amoeba-human-race
We’ve changed heads for shoulder-tops
Here dynamites bloom in the sky
Here the clouds roam like whores
The Magi of annihilation has come down
From the hills woods and the masquerading sea
To stab and axe this torrent of stones--
Will he throw his body towards you?
Who are you, man/woman? Who are you, poet,
Lashing your tongue on this white tomb?
Calm, quite, comb your hair,
There is no liberation without war