Archive for September, 2008

My Lips are Wet with Kisses

Prologue.

 

 

I

                        Fell

                        Asleep

            In

The

River

 

And breathed in the sun,

 

Like

                        A

                        Leaf.

            An

Eyelash

That

 

Flutters on cheek and wind,

 

A

                        Solitary,

                        Singular

            Hair

Wobbling

In

Mind.

 

 

 

1.

 

A

                        Blue

                        Blond

            With

Stomach

To say,

 

Makes my ear warm.

 

 

2.

 

I

                        Want

                        To

            Walk

O’er

Your

 

Warm autumn grass,

 

Bury

                        My

                        Face

            In

You,

 

And

                        Clutching

                        You

            Like

A

Fist;

 

Throw clovers out on the wind.

 

 

3.

 

I

                        Fell

                        Asleep

            Below

Trees,

With

 

The wind sounds like the sea.

 

Suns

                        Warmed

                        My

            Face

And

Woke

 

Me up,

 

And

 

I          

                        Am

                        Taken

            To

Your

Lips,

 

Diseased by your poems.

 

 

4.

 

I          

                        Am

                        In

            Your

Soft

Hands,

 

Your smooth ocean of flesh,

 

Your

                        Polished

                        Flowing

            Hot

Wave

Of

 

Kiss

                        And

                        Fragile

            Way

 

You break against me.

 

 

 

 

 

My Seeing Blood Heart Patters

My love less love is a perfect mess.

My love is a mess. My love is perfect.

My love, my perfect love less love, is

Perfect. Love is a mess. my love less

Love is a mess. My love, is less love

My love? Is a perfect love my love?

Less love is perfect. Love, is my love

Perfect? My love is a mess less love. Is

My love a mess less perfect love? my

Love, is love mess less? My love less

Love is mess less. My love, my heart

Is a muscle that pumps blood my love.

Is blood less love perfect? My love less

Love, is perfect love blood less? Love, my

Heart is perfect love. Is a mess my love?

My heart less love, is the heart a muscle

That pumps love? My love less love, is

Blood less love perfect? Love, is a blood

Less heart a perfect muscle? My love, my

Love less love, is my heart a perfect mess?

My love, my love less love, my heart less

Love, that perfect mess is love. My love, my

Love less love.

 

 

 

Light Within Light, Ash Falling on Ash, Wheel Turns to Wheel

 

 

 

 

1

 

                                                                      To look meaningly

                                                           Not strict remiss

                                                                           Flower soft dermiss course and various

                                                                                    Err sky color’d mountains to seem

By this

                                                                                    Hoar frost mead awry spume ore

Smelting drifts

                                                                                    Uninflect’d tonal reform to birth

Rose in

Cry reading                                                                  brown nude

For us again

                                                                                                            Providing shore

Pound waves

Song to day                                                 and next               and next to day is in

 

 

 

2

 

                              Interference metaphor bland

                                                            Substance pound err ables                  lost amongst The light

                                                            Gleam of television regard

                                                                                                                        Def in one ear

Seeing out the other

                                                            Scrambled well-circled

Random poverty live ables

                                                                                                            Crash recoil and crash

In

Again.

 

 

 

Dancing (A Minor Chord)

 

 
 
 
 

 

“You’re a dead man.”
“I’m a dead man.”
“You’re a dead man.”
“I’m a dead man.”
“You’re a dead man.”
“I’m a dead man.”

“Off with his head.”
“Off with my head.”
“Off with his head.”
“Off with my head.”
“Off with his head.”
“Off with my head.”

“You’re blushing.”
“I’m blushing.”
“You’re blushing.”
“I’m blushing.”
“You’re blushing.”
“I’m blushing.”

No. 2

Inclusion

Others

All

Or,

Unending

Either

Is

It

Moves.

First Movement

When,

In

Autumn,

The

Trees

Are

Bending

 

And

 

I

Am

Sleeping

In

Bed

With

You

 

And

 

You

Are

Sleeping

In

Bed

With

Me,

 

All

 

Our

Windows

Are

Full

Of

Light

 

And

 

I

Am

Pretending

To

Dream,

 

Then

 

It

Is

Spring

In

Our

Arms

 

And

 

We

Are

About

Ourselves

Suddenly

Thrown,

 

And

 

The

Whole

World

Is

Again

And

Again

Moving.

 

When

 

The

Wood

Around

The

Fire

Is

Gathered

 

And

 

We

Are

Lit

By

The

Light

Of

Candles,

 

And

 

The

Trees

Are

Bending

Down

To

Me

 

And

 

I

Am

Bending

Down

To

You,

 

Then

 

We

Are

Again

And

Again

Suddenly

Sleeping.

 

 

 

 

Laying Down

Growing back the

Grasses, hues of

Dawn.

 

A round black yawn.

 

I saw the shadows’

Curves

Crawl

 

And

 

Stick blue hands wind

To soft curled

Grass

 

Sinking purple under them.