Long Poems About Ai Ogwaga

I mean to live'

     - Ai Ogawa
 
 
Under a burning sun
hot as the sand we walk on;
his doe-eyes red,
dry lips thirsty,
we escaped. I knew it
had to be, and his father:
I sliced him down the middle
before we left -- a perfect parting
of his powder-white innards  
slipping from their secret bag
and scattering where I left him.
Now we walk the low terrain
instead of running
along a high mountaintop ridge,
looking down.
 
He looks down at us now,
blue nascent...

now that you are gone…
 
 
..may I for once unfossiliferously  
rewind unto those dungeons of  
doggoned hollows  
 
... all that has but sacrilegiously been  
the lifeline currency coinage that you count  
upon dearly in its clattering ~ clink clank  
corroboree of haphazard(ous) materialistic  
maniacal gluttonies until endless nights those  
never ripens to the dawns of a simple touch...  
 
 
if not to the core of  l o v e, awaiting in gracious  
bridal vain to be at the least gazed...

( After Ai Ogawa )

I could hear you, breathing    
around the next curve;        
I followed, toward the turret—        
its spiraled throat carved out      
to swallow my steady ascension        
until I was nothing        
but an insect, s p i n n i n g          
without one of its wings—        
clockwise. . . upward;        
each turn identical—        
stone-walled scenery        
around a columned spine        
of ribbed-steps        
until I reached its ingress.          
        ...