In corners
that seventh seal
our action paintings
nix motives
in expressionist contours
your legacy
in our dry mouths
with exiled alembic
words even when
our body
POLITIC
digs into aloneness
losing ourselves
without recording
answers to history
connecting the whole
world systematically
in art's DIALECTIC
of ultimate fashion
we choose a finality
of negative denials
except for art's
bourgeois politeness
turning away
from fetish fascism
church or state
drawing the defaced
and abject objects
to intervals of a matrix
of geometric skulpture
in linear lines
of our intution
in poem and freedom.
no inventory
of fate could
in predicate
syntax or prediction
in forms
of outermost borders
and colors
of expression
in stupors of animus
or indifferent escape
all attempts
and contempt
and paints thrown
at your effacement
until night scented
the insomniac hours
sealing your liquid
silence of despair
to release statements
of countless HOURS
not sleeping
in the damned times
when metronomes
and clocks
of your red eye
sharpens
for your future
the arcades
in sorrows and bodies
of prevailing
time and reason
in excavating
the last fire
in a child's eye
of making yourself free
in blinking shadows
of running away
from death
in a compass
where the needle
will not stop you.
B.Z. Niditch is a poet, playwright, fiction writer and teacher. His work is widely published in journals and magazines throughout the world, including Columbia: A Magazine of Poetry and Art, The Literary Review, Denver Quarterly, Hawaii Review, Le Guepard (France), Kadmos (France), Prism International, Jejune (Czech Republic), Leopold Bloom (Budapest), Antioch Review, and Prairie Schooner, among others. He lives in Brookline, Massachusetts.
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