To begin ...

As the twentieth century fades out
the nineteenth begins
.......................................again
it is as if nothing happened
though those who lived it thought
that everything was happening
enough to name a world for & a time
to hold it in your hand
unlimited.......the last delusion
like the perfect mask of death

Wednesday, November 13, 2019

Rochelle Owens: “Everlasting Duration,” in memory of George



                                              George Economou (1934-2019)

You are sitting down
to a late lunch
in my castle on a hill

while a jazz trio plays

then suddenly
a chemical reaction
takes place---

and you smell
the scent of roses and feel
my hair growing

on every part of your skin

but not the palms
of my hands or the soles
of your feet 

Day One

I am standing
in front of a group of musicians 
controlling

the speed of sound

then suddenly
a chemical reaction
takes place---

saliva pools behind
your teeth   sinuous the rhythms
under my skin 

your lips move

audible   inaudible
and I begin to chant a secret
tribal language

Day Two                                                                                               2

In a triangle of haze
and smoke I am following
a marching band

appear and disappear

then suddenly
a chemical reaction
takes place---

spirals of veins pulsate  
nerves and tendons drink color
sight   smell   taste

pale and red your lips

my tongue protrudes
from your mouth and I taste
the rain

Day Three

You are hanging
upside down and side to side
I swing

earth   air   fire   water

then suddenly
a chemical reaction
takes place---

I am a barley plant
cut down   dead white the barley
plant cut down

you are a pouched mammal

attached to a nipple 
mother and father crawled
onto the land

Day Four                                                                                             3

I am flapping
my right hand and your left
hand is balled into a fist

the universe contracts   e x p a n d s 

then suddenly
a chemical reaction
takes place---

the smell of saffron
and lilac   morning to evening
evening to morning 

milk of the mother misery

milk of the father terror
vigilant the babe   sucking   carnal/
spiritual

Day Five

Through the gaps
of my fingers vibrating subatomic
particles blink in and out 

vertical/ horizontal

then suddenly
a chemical reaction
takes place---

a breast vein
as thick as a finger   amorous
the greedy seed

every day bears the data

grain   grape   bread
and wine   your skeletal frame
the limbs spreading apart

Day Six                                                                                                     4

Behind you
a black line appears   disappears
a latent image

a wall of brown dust

then suddenly
a chemical reaction
takes place---

a black line curved
like an embrace   lay your hand
feel the bones

under my skin

your sculpted pelvis 
vertical/ horizontal   corkscrews
of white smoke

Day Seven

In the twenty-first century
the here-and-now   in the zone
diverging

from a course of events 

then suddenly
a chemical reaction takes
place---

a metallic taste on
my tongue   I am an old
woman

sipping black tea

you are a little boy
sitting cross-legged under
a dead blue glow



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