Anti-lamps
For Adam Cornford
a
i’m a floating
compound ghost
of night-crows
i operate
on sleepless
turquoise & trazadone
flocks of unamerican ur-birds
seeking photosynthesis at night,
are after me
“you’re our aleph, tau, theta & phi,”
they’re cawing flying behind me
“please devour our anti-lamps.”
b
in kindergarten-universities
indigo-leprechauns are sketching
my contours
“the outer edges have to be narrower
than her volume,” they say
“she’s our phi,
our sexless salamander
in constant anti-copulation
raised
in two unrelated foreign languages
she hatches under haunted glass
confiscate her anti-lamps”
c
“during the day she’s accused
of having white privilege
at dusk
she becomes an admirador of sorrow,
scavenging for moon-hurt &
the opposite of metamorphosis
indigo-leprechauns love this
pawn your anti-lamps”
d
an inferior race
of famished mental carnivores
agreed to adopt an anti-lamp
selling isolation & turquoise
at dark-blue prices
is their core business
“its hellenic letters
will help us expand,”
they claim
“we’re proud of our
admiradores of human sorrow”
e
in india you cannot
not have a religion
in india you cannot
not have a caste
in india
damnation in the blue hellfire
of identity is eternal
& here’s the thing:
indigo-parents
often praise the
turquoise overlords
that enslaved
their barely-blue
ancestors
devour ten bags of spicy anti-lamps
f
do you believe in spirit-doubles?
well, in last night’s dreaming
my blue spirit-double & i
waltzed on gigantic triangles of turquoise
while slinging anti-lamps
g
barely round circles
tried swallowing up my contours
“back off,” an indigo-leprechaun said,
“you’re too new to watch triangles & circles
copulate,
your eyes will catch fire.”
hearing this
my burning eyeballs instantly
visualized barely round circles
devouring my anti-lamps
h
it’s the 4th of July, &
indigo-leprechauns running kindergarten-universities
haven’t stopped visualizing my contours
their heads mutter:
“somebody is sketching you into existence,
somebody is sketching you out of existence”
yet my blue spirit-double & I,
we’re still waltzing on enormous
turquoise triangles
slinging anti-lamps at great velocity
i
swallowed up
my own contours,
i’ve exited the floating compound
ghost of night-crows
hunting for photosynthesis at night
a sad ur-bird
caught me & said:
“you’re my aleph, tau, theta & phi”
but i devoured all its anti-lamps.”
indigo-leprechauns love this