AL PINTOR SWAMINATHAN

With a rag and a knife
                                      Against the idée fixe
The bull of fear
Against the canvas and the void
                                                    The uprushing spring
Blue flame of cobalt
                                    Burnt amber
Greens fresh from the sea
                                              Minds' indigo
With a rag and a knife
                                        No brushes
With the insomnia the rage the sun
Against the blank face of the world
The uprushing spring
                                    Serpentine undulation
The aquatic vibration of space
The triangle the arcanum
The drop of ink of blood of honey
With a rag and a knife
                                        The uprushing spring
Springs the Mexican red
                                          Turns black
The Indian red springs
The arrow stuck on the black altar
The angry alphabet
                                    Turns black
The lips go black
                              The black of Kali
Charcoal for your eyelids
Woman desired every night
                                                The black of Kali
The yellow and its scorched beast
The ochre and its underground drums
The green body of the black jungle
The blue body of Kali
                                        The sex of Guadalupe
With a rag and a knife
                                        Against the triangle
The eye bursts
                            Fountain of signs
The serpentine undulation moves
Wave upon wave of imminent apparitions


The canvas a body
Dressed in its own naked enigma