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e a r t S o n s & H e a r t D a u g h t e r s of A l l e n G i n s
b e r g
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a p a l m H e a l t h S p a : R e p o r t 2 0 1 4 : A r c h i
v e s E d i t i o n
DAVID COPE
Five Singers on the Ends of Night
1.
hips
weave & slip among
softlit floor lamps sway
around the loveseat slide
over lineolum—she poses
one
hand on breast,
pirate with wiggling hips—
content with that too even
dancing solo (psyche-
delics in her past?
visions nightmares soft
dreams languid
lovers
dancing on the iguana's
eyelid? songs built on
a rattlesnake's tail, the eagle
above in a cloudless sky?
Sunset in the saguaros,
the
desert's languid dream
going, no place to go—yet she goes.
2.
winding toward his
sorrow struggling
to say it, she's gone
she's gone she's
gone: curtains
closed
in the great room,
the dog asleep by
the still-warm coals,
the fading fire.
what tambourines
in the distant dark?
who sings under
the streetlamp under
the jagged peak as
a crescent moon hangs
beyond the single
thin cloud, last yellow
fading to deep blue?
3.
smoky
deep night blue rattling train distant shout long hours passing like taxis
loaded
with
musicians in white suits snapbrim hats, bright women
in silk, the long deep sigh
of
a simple goodbye and "hiya! what's
kickin' where we take it now?" hope in a
quick
glance,
breath still clinging to lost dreams that floated in with last night's fog
& vanished
with
a light wind, what gliding shadows melting in the brownstone dark, what sighs
sliding
thru those dark windows what silent singer alone, listening, his heart a drum?
4.
shadowy city smokes at dawn,
dark towers red beacons,
fierce clouds blowing up thru
stacks at Chemical #5—
roaring traffic brakelights
all
up to the horizon—so many
racing to their deaths jobs
grinding them over the limits
go go go
right up thru towering
windows shrieks in pearl light
cops racing thru scattering
pigeons to find the corpse
rolled in old blanket beneath
the stairway where the bankers
ascend to their private doorways,
turn & look back, aeromeds
churning in sharp light to land
on a distant hospital roof new
light another day come at last
horns echoing the en masse charge.
5.
early
she makes her
way
down
stairs, lost
again
in her own skull—
lavender flowers swaying
slightly
in the breeze—
her lover
gone,
gone, gone
forever—
what
she'd dreamed in the dark, so many silent rooms
lost
conversations
fingers
touching for a brief
moment by candlelight.
her gaze
turns
to
the
stained-glass lily in the front window,
to
the couch
where they'd first
declared
their love and sang the delirious
dreams
their hearts had borne in silence
too long.
[Originally
published in NHS 2006, http://www.poetspath.com/napalm/nhs06/Cope.htm.]