Incognito - Poem by MARINA GIPPS
No one can find me,
including airport krishnas
& fly-by-night devil worshippers.
But I'm in the brush
by the river of dirty shoes,
abandoned & worn out now.
Where doomed black birds
singing the strangest songs...
as if failing para-gliders,
their eaves of transcendance
melting sticky Icarus.
On an ill-fated summer vacation,
we are warming ourselves
falling into deep love,
a befuddled crevice
in an abandoned quarry
where the infamous casts stones.
Decrepit ghost selves,
I'm going through that imaginary
in northern California paradise
where books burned brightly
for the shivering-poor
Donner family of cannibals.
I'm going to meet you, dead ones,
making dolls out of clothes pins...
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