What Did Cipitio Say?
What did Cipitio say? Philosophers bore me? Even Cardinals hate me?
Even if I wine & dine their curiosity about goblins, goodwill & gods
they still cater & curse me? What he has to say is a long prophecy.
There is no way to measure the pause between the greater ladder
of light & darkness, no matter how long my life has lasted. There are
as many parts in my body as complex as three caravels that sailed
the ocean blue in 1492. There are as many tones on my tongue
as commonplace as three basic colors in a self-portrait with crazy.
Blue for country. Black for knowledge. Red there are too many
small stains of it. My mother tongue is broke. My other everywhere.
Sometimes life’s not enough to weigh the stray dog I carry in my trunk.
It turns out my life has become a Christopher Columbus ringtone
early to bed, early to rise. I have put liquor & fornication aside.
My sobriety watches my own burial. I am so domesticated I can burst.