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 Saintos

a canto fr The Music Rooms

`3am in the farthest corner, anxiety fogs the eyes above a skyline of city lights, signs, & satellites- ~~from  Wishing for Wings by Assotto Saint

Assotto ^Sanctus

earthly
fabulous
Haitian Émigré

Yves’ warrior glitter lives
heathened
Glamored enamored

unenslaved
dancing
orphaned
sainted

down as the saints of
2nd Ave

gayboy dance tribe street

Blackglamagloriana  revealed

light&shade&light

as night falls on sacred scars

and scarred incants

of our warriors
that must be witnessed
but not outlived

Yves sainto maria

sacred sainto

no night falls

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

& the spells of voodoo dolls
unleashed to

our radiant 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

shooting mercury

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

Cantos in memoriam of writer-actor-poet Assotto Saint

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From Days of Mercury

prelude in transit

~”wordless darkness that underlies all verbal truth~Perhaps something only music could suggest”   -Timebends  by Arthur Miller

spiraling dissonance
escape out of the ice basilica

Sutured behind a wing
vanished into sky

escaping through hands
Unwritten unspoken unseen

swallowed illusions
an unmourned infinity

retold
in vanquished time
Secreted away
witnessed at azimuth

catapulted at horizon

saved in vaulted alorithms

unbanished from consciousness
but not lost finally
in the
precision of this music

at midnight
conjured from the fallout
Of  profane air

foretold by the wings of mercury

blessed godless runes

sacred to nothing

a prelude in transit
Riveted to his tracks
pulverized or

bleeding in flight
then returned

this night

where these souls & these hearts

will sing ^ dance ^ love again

Poetries revisited

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for Johann

fr. The Music Rooms

the hours
echoing or enfolding
quietly, lighted in
children’s weather
remembering what surreal
brilliance was
gone by elsewhere
forgotten

a terminal luster
on a missed eclipse
of forecasts, unapocalyptic
As a test of secular faith
As a wire that all
is forgiven in flight
or forgotten by the promontory
of water and shadow
sometimes liquid

silhouetted swept back in
a hollow tide

(the scribbles of the dooms are
for selfcursed minds)

wouldn’t imagine
lilac would
dance out through the
breeze in quite this way.
so precisely free
or that there would be that suspension
of venal clarity that is
only told in the buried rock
I thought all
there was to do to survive was
vanquished
by the fight that made us
breathe,

and not condemned
I recall the nights’

infinite silences before the resolutions of Bach’s notes