my shadow is an old man who can't sleep at night
~
i was born from my mother
and my shadow was born from my mother's shadow
i was the second gift
its whole life (so far) hugging the earth
~
shadow
fed and grown at the nipple of the breast shadow
i also feed and grow dark at the shadow
of the breast shadow
~
because of my shadow
i have never understood
in the beginning was the word
~
when i take the leap
will my shadow take the leap as an act of love
and grow wider on the ground when i fly
to get a better view
~
so busy (guilt and regret)
with all it has trespassed
please forgive us our trespasses
your bright space with no warning
~
angel of the chalkline corpse
~
in the middle of day i looked down
my shadow was holding a suitcase
~
flat on its face in mud
or
stretched out on its back
reading its face in clouds
i don't know whether to
pick it up by the scruff of its neck
or offer a smoke
~
imminent death
shadow of a cloud flooding the shadow of a poet
~
you raise your voice
and raise your hand to strike me
i raise my voice
and raise my arm to block
duck
then punch
shadow mouths wide for singing
and wreck the room in dance
That poem sequence was also performed in Wilkes-Barre by mime Joel Gori dressed in black kabuki death garb against a wall in front of a floodlight with me reading from the shadows...each of us a shadow from the shadows...shadow voice wide for singing and wreck the room in dance.
GLOSSOLALIA 6: Copyright © 1996 J. Lehmus. All individual works Copyright © 1996 by their respective authors. All further rights to works belong to the authors and revert to the authors on publication.