Board the Train

Let’s make degenerate art
Make love across time/space
You afraid to leave your house
Me
I don’t want to leave either
This moment
A tragically hip/elbow ache
Quebec like referendum like passion

Didn’t know
The best stories
Prophesies
Pale skin across brown
Lips to work in new ways
You became a first.
Gotta work my tongue
Teach it new ways

4am truths
Couldn’t work smarter…

Degenerate art
You bade us
Board the train*
You brought us to Temple
Sacred space
Entreating us
Remember
Feel
Smell

Hear how easy the lies lie
[degenerates – a decay of something better
savage – we never “progressed”]

We use those same hues
Keys
Empty places
To make new worlds
Where
Death camps/schools/picnics
Stories told over new wampum
Past
Pre/post to be
Our nakedness
No longer a shame.

Pehiw – Wandering 2022

*To escape, to death, to knowledge
To Otto Lowie