CAKE

Face first             from the faucet,
I’m cross-dressing the Rubicon.
Maya’s canyon magick cake
all waxen on amphitheater jowls.
Tracks of icing tilt along lips,     
woven hipbones slip
under browbeaten ravens 
throwing their weightlessness around. 
A moonstone roams on a lowbrow halo.     
I bury there the sunken cost of this 
wait, marveling at the autumnal,    
an engine red 
        with bread 
        and flesh 
        and sea.

A WET, AFLAME

Tea stains of cloudburst
                           dollop down 
                                                      the thick nest

                                                                    All turquoise deep, 
                                                      as Sinai cavern teeth

                                       Run on    
               voyeurs who make
heuristic love-calls

Resplendently
              rubbed against the bare 
                          wind breeze

                                        Molten scents 
                                                     of sandstone floods, 

                                        A wet, aflame lies 
                           close by the pantomimic
              tongue bath  

ambling over 
            homeland dirt

that listens, 
                         and listens 
                                       again--    

               --convalescent
                           flavoring
              of the hours. 
.

ANNELID FEAST

Naked owl night, necropolis lock on open,
stringent gesture estuaries
             satiate on paternal patterns, templates
bead a dew like ball bearings, 
fluoresce ingested by Cora of the un-arrested
             underbelly, evening door secret symmetric
To feed the four cycles, cymatic spin doctors,
googolplex of hands, sandstorm wave
            worn on sleeve-tips that slipped a voltage
conductive, pressed to pressure, belches of
Earth symphonic, umbra-to-penumbra,
            apogee, perigee, the parallax of axial
intergalactic habits, habituate the quasi-stellar
fountain mounted on echoes, echo-locative 
            native spoke in spades, love lignite 
grenades, compression sections of sweet
Shrapnel, pray for a mist, missile a comrade,
            radical radials, quill on lazy lapwings,
icing of Isinglass skin, folds an acquiescent 
pulse-width, block out bombardment(al) 
            illness, willow whips brisk glissandos to
call up throat aperture, aft and pure;
Cubic, elliptical ovo, ovoid oroboric scroll, skull
            soft infernal saudade, Daedalus dry and cool 
in Icarus blue escarpment; spiny taste of 
elevation differentials, dare the mental to
            annihilate suspension, aspic ascension
Apsis tow adrift solipsistic myths
in pluralistic speak, caressing paean minarets
            what fire waxed, red eruption
From highest low,     the annelid feast—

Guerin Asante is a percussionist, artist and poet living outside Atlanta, Georgia. His first chapbook Peace on Nascent Bone is due for release in Fall 2009.