POTENCIA

Potencia

The yellow house was full of two ghosts breathing

outside the dirt was clay

a purple eight a red M

hard pasta painted green

by the Monster written rage

pink lunch card curved to my palm

sliding – detergent

lasagna smell in the old chalk halls

I'm glad we started there

there on the dusty red dashboard

beside the brass Pegasus with hollowed out shoulders reaching

the red carpet McKinley room

loud – like we wanted it

or in the dark – the basement of the Knights of Columbus

the ceiling bulging in – made of wet tp

one light was on in the whole cold warehouse

by the tracks by the smokestacks in the country

but we liked to smoke in restaurants when we were children

driving fast in gravel up to our ears

in stars in stones in cardboard clothes

in black trashbags with holes for our heads

we never went to Prague, we never went to LA

grown anyway – and we never grew anything that didn't die

like hollowed out frogs and the guinea pig on her side

like the sprouts that vanished back into the dirt

and our black cat Jude dead on the road and our brown dog Fran dead on the road

or this that is dying or just dyeing violet like DUENDE

like shreds of batvein power and the one living power

who said, I can feel you here

like we said this is tooth, this is power, this is liver

this was the the sun in the dust the dust in the sun

electonics can kill incorporation if its silver blinding

and the moon's yellow howling

and the fires in the yards