Tetris

FINAL POEM (Tetris)

Every night the dreams descend on my limping heart

The spiders are made to crawl over my face again and again

I am dragged from the path and lynched on camera

I dodge the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune

I run away from the map into outer space to suffocate free

Every golden coin that falls submissive before me, I cower

Every dripper-drapper of cool rain highlights rainbow lightning bolts

Every evil little toad that reaches with slimy hands for my mouth

Every bounce of my shoulders to dispel the dementor of memory

I am ashamed and haunted and terrified by my own pathetic fortune

I wander from heartbreak to heartbreak crying for a sudden fortune

I see the conquistador brute in the spicy pepper chili laughing

I wait nervous for the bread to rise by its own momentum

My fingers tremble with the attack and cry out to castle

Every day is a dagger at the heart fended off by the armor of work

I thumb through the pages of fallen angels in fatigues and keffiyehs

I fantasize the Robespierre downfall of the Fortune 500 demons

I gingerly put a foot in the saddle of my ancestors, like a child

I learn to hunt the plump pigeons that eat bread from my balcony

I can frost over the depths of my eyes like soldiers on command

The chain-reaction that parachutes the world into panoptic terror

The scratchy hiss of a phone call with aging happy-memory-people

The celestial puppet-stringing-fates that wait for tune and rhythm

Wading through shallows of stonefish to the valley timed to blow

A world where intuition-stamina-will is king and theory is dangerous.

May you remove the thorns from the crown of your troubled head

May you see the beastliness of the world through the lens of a scientist

May your light sparkle through the dark cataclysms of the Anthropocene

May the good weigh massive upon the Mizan and the bad weigh lighten

May the rush of blood to the cheek not wash away the mind in its deluge.

From the heart of the wreckage of the slave-ship on cleansing coral

The Lord salvaged me where so many were washed away and lost

His feet on the shore forgiving while Jack’s Children mill about ashamed

Christ and Muhammad’s fire crying with love within Gibran’s heart

His Grace bringing life to the castaway poet’s ramshackle refuge.

Written to "O Father O Satan O Sun", "Ov Fire And The Void", and "Blow Your Trumpets Gabriel" by Behemoth, "South of Heaven" by Slayer, "Swacch Bharat" by Heathen Beast, "Can You Hear The Music" by Ludwig Goransson (from the film Oppenheimer), "Time: The Donut Of The Heart" by J Dilla, "Amazing Grace" by Judy Collins (Christian hymn), and "Born To Run" by Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band.