Saintos

3am in the farthest corner, anxiety fogs the eyes above a skyline of city lights, signs, & satellites-

from  Wishing for Wings by Assotto Saint

 

 

 

Sainto

unenslaved
flying

orphaned
unsainted earthy
fabulous
Haitian Émigré
Yves’ warrior glitter lives
unheathened

Glamored enamored

down as saints of
2nd Ave

gayboy dance tribe internationale

in sactified glory

childhoods
vanquishing forevermore

that the light
shifted
as night falls on this city

To a warrior reality
that must be witnessed,
but not outlived

sainto maria

and sainto

no night falls

unliberated by
Assotto Saint
Once Yves Lubin, sainto
all gods Assainto

& my spells of voodoo dolls
unleashed to

our gay warriors
Storm the gates
burn the motherfuckers down

Saintos gay
Liberators
Libertines
To exorcise
Sexual auteur
Sainto who prowled
To write in the earth

The perfect moment
luminous

in negative light

Dance in the circle of fire
bury scarred ritual
for future sainti
Kneeling with him
in ravaged
Silhouettes,
hooded eyes of Mercury
unfeared of Mars
signaling the rings of Saturn

down to the clubs
Assotto Yves
Lubin lived

voodoo spells

saintosaintosainto
Was with him when
His lover died

no one else but our brethren
& he was with all the gods
When he was dying himself
Sainto
spinning voodoo doll
bound to himself
Prisms that no one
else could see

fabulous bled those crusaders
the hypocrisies
The brutalities
the unclean hypocrites

Sainto clung to
red roses
ran ashore screaming
“Seagods
I am alive goddammit
Simply, violently,

endlessly alive
as I was screaming for my Mother
All Sainto nights

Spiritus Sanctu baby”

All Sainto nights

Sainto my Maria &
my darling

So blessed upon my

disappeared body
sainted rainbow
So cast out to sea

 

-in memory of writer-actor-poet Assotto Saint

 

 

 

 

 

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