This next new poem or fairly recent poem
is called "Life Show."
"They invade the avenues where I have strewn footprints.
They lie in wait behind abandoned kiosks.
They offer me mantras from the Book of the Dead.
They choreograph strange dances inside my retina.
They sewed plastic botanies under my fingernails.
They walk in the sky on legs of ataxia.
What is this music?
It's pronged like a pulse of dust in my wrist.
Now I see them.
They cluster beneath the awnings of mysterious cafes.
Their dreams are of lions and lignite.
Like silkworms, they wrapped me in cocoons
of luminescence these secret spinners who plot surgery
on my tired veins of fall."