{"id":1451,"date":"2012-01-01T18:15:06","date_gmt":"2012-01-01T18:15:06","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.fullofcrow.com\/poetry\/?page_id=1451"},"modified":"2012-01-05T01:32:15","modified_gmt":"2012-01-05T01:32:15","slug":"mp-powers-0112","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.fullofcrow.com\/poetry\/archives\/mp-powers-0112\/","title":{"rendered":"MP Powers, 01\/12"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>Franz\u00f6sischer Dom Rapture Overture<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>The night is a bursting juicy sour green apple. But I am stuck<br \/>\nhere inside your heart-shaped womb, listening<br \/>\nto my mind and all its driving<br \/>\norchestras. I have seen somewhere a raven<br \/>\nthat changes into a dove that changes back<br \/>\nand takes the dark Berlin sky. It soars over a Gothic<br \/>\nchurch, lands on the dome &amp; I am it and it is me,<br \/>\ncourting tramp disguises, dressed in my purple threadbare<br \/>\nsnakewine coat and sarcophagi tie.<br \/>\nI scale the steep snowy arc, my trembling fingers<br \/>\nrummaging deep through my five-fold trouser<br \/>\npockets. I turn them inside out, turn them again;<br \/>\ncurrency has no meaning here, Time no religion<br \/>\nor language left to speak. A Matisse crucifix<br \/>\non a gold watchchain blossoms into a fake<br \/>\nJapanese tree. The ancient Greek poem I&#8217;ve become<br \/>\nreinvents itself in Sinhalese.<br \/>\nNone of the parishioners can see<br \/>\nme up here, they can only hear<br \/>\nor imagine or feel my 3rd century<br \/>\nhurdygurdy gurgling<br \/>\nsomething like suicidal hymns &amp; I am drunk up on the muzik.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Metamorphosis<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>I used to be an incurious<br \/>\nclotheshorse; now I am a judus<br \/>\ntree crawling with chinese<br \/>\nbird spiders. the evening<br \/>\nslithering out in front of me<br \/>\nas I stroll along in my<br \/>\nbattered star-of-persia hat,<br \/>\nmy second-hand saskatoon<\/p>\n<p>berry jacket and garlic<br \/>\nmustard trousers. I&#8217;ve got a crucifix<br \/>\nrheumatism theme<br \/>\non my chest. my wine-shot<br \/>\nand blancmange eyes<br \/>\nglazing under the moon.<\/p>\n<p>it&#8217;s made of bone<br \/>\ncancer and casts down<br \/>\nan enormous<br \/>\nhead of light. it feels<br \/>\nup the alleyway and the stage<br \/>\ni&#8217;m dying<br \/>\non. my anxieties dreams fears rage<\/p>\n<p>and the greek<br \/>\nchorus leading me on.<br \/>\nmy pants look really hairy<br \/>\nin this light.<br \/>\nmy mind<br \/>\nutters a disembodied hog&#8217;s head.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Franz\u00f6sischer Dom Rapture Overture The night is a bursting juicy sour green apple. But I am stuck here inside your heart-shaped womb, listening to my mind and all its driving orchestras. I have seen somewhere a raven that changes into a dove that changes back and takes the dark Berlin sky. 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