AZTECS AND ANGELS

Staring at this page
I see your faces in it
I see infinite spaces in it
Ace tastes and places in it
I see Aztecs and Angels in it
All of time
All the world
All the love that has ever
sparked blossomed labored shattered
in it
Emotion and eruption
Comfort and corruption
playthings under my pen
the hammer type
the matrix dot
the bubble jet
little black stick
flashing on the white
it's unceasing eye
and the voice I give it
saying "run me across the white, boy
Dance and drum on the letters
and move me across this field of white"
No matter how clumsy or creaky
my body in this world
I move frictionless in the fiction
bobbles of light
and jagged shards of dark
stream out of my fingers here
on this field of white
before I wait
in this bazaar
for the fruriously curious
the glancing eye
to find me and my First Love
a love as old as
my knowledge of the words
a love as old as
my time in this world