Credentials

I thought these white words like seering light That jived my brain with alien meanings To my pain were scandalously gone I thought I would have to find a way to speak Using silence as my native tongue While I mourn the longing for cadence and rhyme Then suddenly I was shaking like a mountain on fire My whole world was convulsing with desire And I knew I was abouut to spew hot lava again And send foul gases to give life to dying forests And bring men to joy surreptiously For these white words belong to a whole energy An assembly of things in chain like my soul For there is no reality of anything except that which is conquered And must erupt with volcanic presence To claim even the edge of a normal existence The black burden is a perrennial tragedy, a mask For all we cannot say or do with ignorance again I still am apostle of thunder, and of justice And of song, bacchanal and the drum that dance Against the skull, breaking the bone for thoughts Of deliverance. I love women who are rivers And who make me weep like the sea Because I cannot articulate the sincerety of what I feel Some I did not call they came of their own volition Forcing their hurricane on me I wrote no dance for the tornado they became I watched them spin and went their way You should see how these scaffolds blamed me When they had no more use for me I was never building them For always my hoiuse was for one true love Who losing her identity wanted to be a scaffold too And pulled her house down just like the Bible said she would And when I thought that was everything There on the ground was words This incessant mistress whoring at my feet I picked it up for my own therapy not revenge The pen is sweet in my hand It scrolls memories again, it scours the frenzy of pain This is all I am