Where Cotton is Mothered

– for mike

 

the promised land is quarantined.  double plurals are discontinued

and our melodies hated.  religious and destitute

 

orphans fitted for coffins then cloned to the capillaries

learn the slavery of slow finish in the metaphysics of the ghetto

 

who will govern in our year of sleep   who translates these scriptures of fire

who will prevent this orchestra from diluting our emotions

 

hear how we walk among decibels remembered

intend something grey during the fireworks of flowers

 

rule your living room with an iron yawn*

(*except when apartments behave like nuns praying amongst flames)

 

study the radiant entomology of inconsistent skin; hammock it richly

its how we consume what’s most important

 

while the vocalist sings her scars loose, the senator arrives by email

in your mind, he says, there is a question about the color yellow

 

in this rainforest of cotton lit by christmas light fireflies

we write letters to the dead on peeled onion skin

 

in your seawater room there are sunken alphabets

and languages unaccounted for

 

in the ecology of the warehouse there is a metric ton of unclaimed dreams

spinning and bleeding convex light everywhere at once.

 

James Cagney

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James Cagney is a writer and poet from Oakland, Ca.  He’s appeared as a featured artist at Miko Kuro’s Midnight Tea in Vancouver, San Francisco Public Library, La Pena Cultural Center, Mahogany Restaurant and others.  His work has been published in ishmaelreedpub.com, Un-mute.com, mediacakemagazine.com, Caduceus, Sparring with the Beatnik Ghosts, and Barbershop Chronicles.  Find more of James’ work at Dirtyratattack.com

 

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