Youkali Tango


You, Kali Ma
say presto, diamond.
My vagabond bark
errant in the grey land.

Lilies are too small,

but the faerie who lives
gently moves you
through the fair.

Kali Ma,

our desires don't pay;
Kalie Ma,
cysts & bones,
cysts & plastic.

Kali Ma,

say the terror where
we quit troubling
to dance in the night
like an eclair,
a dark star in a suit,
that's Kali Ma.

Kali Ma,

say we respect
all the changing views,
You, Kali Ma
say we pay
for dead handsome lovers.

A seance

for all the human hearts,
deliverance
from this our poor domain.

Kali Ma,

our desires don't pay;
Kalie Ma,
cysts & bones,
cysts & plastic.


Envy knows us,
lassos us to the human,
the tediously quotidian.
Poor quitters on a terrace,
we’ve soiled our trousers &
no one fears us. We’re soul-
less but still you hear us,
our one & only Kali Ma.

You see the tears cried full of fears 
& red as cherries, pomegranates saved 
for our lady. In our cores,
our tendons creaking. Where hearts
would be, there’s only leaking.
What if there is no you, there is no
me? What if no man can leave
this island? You’d sail without us, Kali Ma.

Kali Ma, 
what if our desires don't pay? 
Kali Ma, 
what if there is no sense, 
no deliverance?
What if this is it, 
Kali Ma?

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