Title: Blue Light Lounge Sutra For The Performance Poets At Harold Park Hotelthe need gotta beso deep words can’tanswer simple questionsall night long notesstumble off the tongue& color the air indigoso deep fragments of gut&...

I’ve been here before, dreaming myselfbackwards, among grappling hooks of light.True to the seasons, I’ve lived every wordspoken. Did I walk into someone’s nightmare?

I ate mythology & dreamt’- Yusef Komunyakaa (Blackberries)

Years ago you followed someonehere, in love with breathkissing the nape of your neck,back when it was easy to beat least two places at once.

I’m turning you into a girlchasing a butterfly, a she-wolfon a hilltop, & then back into a woman.

Go & tell your drinking buddies& psychoanalyst your neighborhas risen from the ashes. I wonderif I should tell you about the love lettershidden behind the doorjamb. This housestill stands among my lavender flowers.Tell your inheritors...

A goddess of dawnscooted under a zing of barbed wireto witness your birth.

We were born between Oh Yeah& Goddammit. I knew lifeBegan where I stood in the dark,Looking out into the light,& that sometimes I could seeEverything through nothing.The backyard trees breathedLike a man running from himselfAs...