Extensions Of Crash - Strophes For Frieda Kahlo Poem by Warren Falcon

Extensions Of Crash - Strophes For Frieda Kahlo



As with love
also the bellows

Strophe 1


no stopping here

to flare out

dry paint

the dryer flesh

peel down

to bone


sexless skeleton

skull no longer

mustached


skull and

nothing more


curved calcium

forever reliant

upon canvas

upon what is

congealed there

to fan and burn


a 'cauda pavonis'*


*Peacock's Tail (Latin, an image in alchemy)


Strophe 2


Calavera - the Future
stands hand to mouth
fingers to forehead
unfolding before still
instatic shapes

framed perceptions quake


Strophe 3


to come to terms
with what happens
repeatedly

16 years of age
piercing metal violates

turns into something
utterly astonished

livid

burns to vapor


still each canvas
backward falls

cruel alchemical
vas splinters
unrelenting nerves


encased steel-plated Virgin
takes a cyclops for a lover


Strophe 4


Discovery of the always
heavy Zero - only Absolute
of merit

births multiplicity
arms grown beyond counting

the better to carry
unforgiving densities

Gift from Arabia
the non-alloyed Zero
unmeasured by mass

better names for god:

thermal history

twisting vector

ghostly mirage

prima materia


in spite of or within
Metallic Matrices
blacksmith heart
hammers verdigris
chambers ventricles
shapes Newton's
grave conjugations

more names:

timed solidity

hardened Presence

dilute rendering

base metal


Strophe 5


'Chaste plutonium wire
bear the blunt Presence'

volcano born she
turns into conjugal
vessel

Quetzal plume
conjoins to Serpent
skin rebirthing
extensions of crash

and a returning God

boat and horse
delivered from
the red beard of
the bloated sea
confronting yet
one more deity
requiring blood


Strophe 6


only a swaying bus

careens yet again

repeats collision


Virgin's hymen torn


amniotic Host a

Lover forever dividing

concealed antlered

uterus


anvilled annunciations'

apparitions strung

on coniunctio


destined to see

deities through to

the end beyond capacity

to smell necrosis


to see the exit wound

of soul coagulate

disguised as skin

muscle sinew canvas


Strophe 7


Circulatio

arrive again upon the
threshold

the bus once more stops
at her stop


carries her forward into Legend

Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: art
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Michael Pruchnicki 16 February 2011

Let me get back to you, dude! I need time to relish your lines!

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