Jeffery Renard Allen's Poetry
America: The Rapture
--for *Abel Ferrara
The sky is white and thick
raw porcelain
skyline spraypainted with stars
Skin itches
glove's sweaty interior
Take off
Visualize
a city where
feet paid-in-full can never leave the earth
Unexplainable stains in the courtyard
Albinos in the square
Pigeons scissor their wings in parking lot
Dark dumpsters along the curb like anxious missiles trembling in
wait
Actors rehearse their lines
staged inside cramped public space
sanitation vehicle's motorized rear
Cigarette corked in mouth
the mayor drags the fabled harbor
for spent lives and untidy sums
Unaided surf lends its voice-over
spectators on watch with guarded interest
their sandaled toes victim to tear-dampened sand
jagged remains of the dearly departed poking through
The moon sinks/a perfect fadeaway shot
Dime in your dark pocket
Lord on your shoes
this is your black beginning
See there
your bright imprint
*Film director: The King of New York, The Bad Lieutenant, The Addiction