HEART THREAD 125 & 126

125.
Did I say make do with it I said make
new
quoting almost Master, Wizard of Ez,
who made this coat I wear
blundering dragons under the hillside
wake
debt rules the world but to whom to
whom
when I finally acknowledge how much I
owe you
unfixable system open gate and go
I don’t think there are secular
solutions
no driving force out here but profit
profit it seems so rational it is the
opposite
don’t for all that close reason’s
door
no one is waiting on the other side
only the eternal rich stealing from
the eternal poor. 
126.
Hard place to despair at morning
I know what I know and what good is that
self-knowledge is the same as
self-delusion
lies you can use like homemade
weather
the sun persists in rising romantic
call the world a cathedral and empty
your pockets
call it a mosque and bow down
outside Eden the righteous anger of
the uninformed
believe me there is only one
conspiracy
the grammar of money burns a hole in
your head
aftermath I said and molecule and
touch your mother
too many people want nothing from me
not.

HEART THREAD 123 & 124

123.
Wanted to do this hard-edged island
in the city
could be Manhattan could be
Berthillon
makers of fine wax masks to mood your
seeming
this little language lobster in your
trap
broken cage left empty on the sands
void your prisms soon o white man
a voice comes through the stovepipe
listen
charcoal hisses at you beneath the
ribeye listen
the blackbird explains it in the
hedge
your fingernail on the mirror watches
we need more footnotes and fewer
wheels
broken plaster statue still Mother of
God.
124.
O light no different from the night
before
as plain as the beginning of all
things
simple as hydrogen a one-piece light
the longest day on the smallest
island sounds like life
terror in every sense rises from
identity
pulchritudo voluptas fortitude
and give all things to everyone you
meet
discard your enemies like old clothes
etc.
teach a morality machinery aspires
to be one with you without myself
there will always be oligarchs be one
or leave it alone
there is a broken branch a bird can
sing on still.