We can’t live long
Without beauty &
The red hues of
Descending light
We take some part
Of the infinite
Noir night
With its true truth
Its great swan
Of hurled hope
& we lay down
to weary sleep
For eight years
Of trying for naught
We dance we fuck
We make whitening
Expressions we eat
Desire & shun taking
Our medicine we are
In fact wrong
About the way we see—
Our lust driving our right
Action into wrong
Desire It’s an easy
Long hour to get lost
In And we do
And do I wish
It was saffron &
Red dreams for
The large bloc of blood
Ignorance in the middle
But it is finally
The middle way
Which will free us
Dressed in western
Clothes our future
Burning ground
The pyre of the Midwest
Seeking always to go
Lower like water
Blind purpose to kill
Or fuck or play
The odds are we destroy—
Dead city void of water
High in wind “some
Parts of the world
May have to be
Abandoned”
It comes too soon
Like anything else
-Michael Price