I Think I Reason In a Way Exactly the Reverse of the Usual Way

drawing by Vargas


I THINK I REASON IN A WAY EXACTLY
THE REVERSE OF THE USUAL WAY


It is the radical singularity in the hand
whose touch
and tombs
and tom-toms
and tourists
and
tourniquets
INVENTS, brings into existence
the MANYNESS
that nests and fly in the forest
of her blonde skin,
and swims
in her underskin wild rivers of singing blood
and its red birds with red fins.

Those who walk and vaporize into the grip
of the generalized
and bless
the shackles of others’ eyes
throw dice
against a skull.
The dice bounce off, roll, stop without numbers.

There are no skies,
only
the light from the sky on an alley,
turning the rust on an abandoned and bent hubcap
into a glow of gold.


Duane Locke

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