[Coup]

I stood atop rows of pale stone
stale markers of our own living bravery
sprawling out in a harbor, foggy as Ole slavery
vivid in still memory, on this hill
serving as a cemetery
a sea of white chess pieces
combed by somber cries
blacklisted forever under these
November owned lavender skies

My mind was now a radar station
ready to receive, some how in relation to
the sum of all parts now in sedation, true
the stories of those buried around me
their vibrations, code and oddities
situations of the dead; molten dichotomies
I sat scowled, feeling on mushy green grass
the blood of coffers, fools gold seeing finally at last:


I saw ten thousand jokers pursing dark smiles, amusing The Great Spirit
dancing on golden strings of desire, striking depths of murderous merit

I saw five hundred bats scream through double rainbows
muffled against the sun, on euphoric flights of gold in kilos

I saw The Great Plains gutted entirely by bloodthirsty vacation sport
trails of decay and long lines of Apachee hurriedly sanctioned as escorts

Above, twenty soaring eagles dropping eggs randomly in support
bracing a last full measure laced in a circumference of sorts
signaling red in valentine preference, to walk fine lines
in accepted mainstream reference this one divine time

I heard one million battle cries at once, the collective of mankind
each different but the same, all reflective and confined
to eternal rest and affluent stings of angel tipped-kisses
their pasty bliss digital in glitches
strangled by eloquence lipped
in eclipses

I kissed my fingers and offered love to the master God
I was dismissed I figured, a windsurfer on a faster squad
all was not settled or clean, or as free. or as simple as it seems
I realized I saw many things, and I remember seeing meaningful meanings...

I closed my eyes

Some time after that, I painted all my windows black
I was now the ship and my mind the bottle
my face long and my stare empty, soulless
two pupils larger than dinner plates
staring point blank at absolutely nothing
forcing every ounce of energy to move my Queen of hearts
behind a stage curtain called Jupiter
wrapped in a moist membrane of my ancestral past

I was gone now

I will suffer through the awkwardness
mostly because
I do not exist