poem 83 of a poem a day for 2012

arrest my resurrections 

I would rather die here 

in the houses that detain 

my humanity 

than live without 

one drop of blood in the rain

the pearl of our roots 

scream for more 

and I pour gasoline 

and set fire to my dreams

washing up ancient cambrian seas

that seize the combustible locomotions

that sees the intransient calendars 

of one more day til nowhere comes

and the steady stream of information 

keeps getting closer to 

the Frankenstein moments 

of permanent emotional 

mechanical Edens 

I just want to hang 

in the Elder trees 

East of Nod and West of what 

I am supposed to be

when any voice I hear 

is someone other than mine

and I ignore it sometimes

this doesn't mean I am selfish 

or narcissistic or capable of feelings 

or desires that fit easily inside 

the panacea of hope still left in my chest

though I know Pandora has already had 

one heart transplant and 

is in line for another

playing the odds,rolling her bones 

to get a young one this time 

I watch the spill patterns form 

in the lines of heads down

and I see the vestige people watching 

everyone wading to jump in 

the mirror thin film portals

of what is left before 

the animals come to rest 

as museum pieces  

we kite dreams now 

in the electrical billows 

of our obfuscational theatre tricks

because the closer we get to the truth

the Sun is already sucking us in to burn

the wind and the Moon is leaving 

for a more sinful orbit womb

away from our own abandon 

here at the edge of cradled oblivion 

or whatever we call the progress 

of the hominidal symphony 

what two legs can bring

as I think we know by now 

we should have stayed crawling 

home in the tides

EJR(c)