Voluptuous Thinking

I Created Robert Plant for You

April 12, 2008 | Poetry

Instead you wake,
and watch
as I push the weight of space
back
further and farther
and realize
that you created me
of hubris and control
of fantasy and need
of governance;

But exist did I, and my
son did rise … alive
in a sweltering infant’s
dying coughs dissipating
on Oronoco winds; and
in the lashing hellfire
of hurricanes’ destruction;

So, for now, still your voices
and wrestle the bulk of your
flabby, fat carcases to a halt;

Memories of me are
glaciers melting
tectonic shaking nightmares
three home runs in the bottom of the 9th
and the chance that I may
suck the sun’s hydrogen,
extinguish its flame
and watch you freeze
just to cop an almighty buzz …
and that, circus fleas,
is awe;

So, quell this boisterous nonsense
so your petty animal throatings
don’t spoil something
so sumptuous
as the nine stolen minutes
that I shift the winds
and give reverence to his
Kashmir