“Voyelles”
A is black. E, white. I, red. U
is green, O is blue.
One day, O Vowels, I will tell,
not just these details,
but the full, hidden story
of your birth. For now: A is a furry
corset, black, covered in flies that buzz,
glittering, around a vicious stench. A is
also: shadows spreading across
spreading gulfs. E is ingenuousness
of rising vapors; also white tents,
glaciers proud of their icy lances, and upbent,
umbel’d flowers quivering—also the whiteness
of kingship. I is the various
purple-reds: spit-up blood, a mouth
laughing beautifully in rage or bouts
of remorseful drunkenness. U
is the cycles: holy vibrationals moving through
bright-green seas; peaceful fields sprinkled
thickly with animals; peaceful wrinkles
an alchemy imprints
onto dignified, studious faces. But: intense
Trumpet, the supreme
Clarion blasting weird stridencies—extreme
Silences also, intersecting
the Worlds and inter-connecting
the Angels—O is Omega, the sky-blue, a rod,
a straight ray from the eyes of God!
Links:
[1] https://www.ablemuse.com/digital-books-17/v17/digital edition/Complete Digital Version of -/Able Muse, Print Edition (Number 17), Summer 2014