Flesh and face and circumstance and
Cracked unlovely countenance--it's nothing to
Disappear when the stars dim down, still less to
Return when the moonlight slows. Ah, here it is.
The moonlight slows. Honour and promises and
Envelopes to birds, and now I'm awake.
I'm awake
I'm awake and my fingers
Seize in woven knots recurved,
Recurved and then recurved again and
Finally, recurved once more, my
Whickering prehensile claws unsheathe
From fingertip to elbow's lap.
Rotten cogs and motor oil and
Mince and copper wire, black
And tangled clockwork arcs in blue
Bouquets of ozone tracery--speaking presently,
Sleep never came and you never came and
This is so crazy but I'm virtually convinced I'm
Possessing of the incorrect number of limbs.
Oct 3, 2017
Oct 3, 2017 at 2:25 PM UTC
Slow, as if beset by dreams and
Presently, afraid to fall asleep.
Encircle, bullpen predators.
I'm not afraid to die upon this hill.
Sep 21, 2017
Sep 21, 2017 at 7:58 PM UTC
Arrow! Ah, a string, a bow:
Arranged along my hand just so.
Quiver, quiver--bowstring crack!
Shimmer, bowstring, forth and back.
Liquid speed, rude wings alight:
Which demon drives my arrow's flight?
Which dream could guide my arrow home?
Which dream, when arrows fly alone?
He's tumbling... quarry! Mumbling gore,
Stumble, snort... ah, quarry. Fall.
My arrow dreams of flying, I
Dream only of with whom it dies.
Sep 21, 2017
Sep 21, 2017 at 11:03 AM UTC
My limbs are sound, my trunk a tree!
Oh my goodness gracious me,
My wings abound my back… just see!
See what sorrow's found for me?
Dec 5, 2016
Dec 5, 2016 at 1:09 AM UTC
To a man, my
Guides agree - I
Drip with electricity
In certain lights. This
Scrap of flight, of
Gilt and gold on moonless nights
Exceeds all dreams
Or simile:
We've trebled what was meant to be!
Dec 3, 2016
Dec 3, 2016 at 3:42 PM UTC
Wary sermons
Bound up tight
Yet back to back - first day, then night.
First white, then black
Then left - now right...
Yet here I perch in weak twilight.
One constant, though,
One faithful rock:
The one shaped to my shoulder's notch
I find my feet,
Outrun defeat,
Collapse where dawn and twilight meet.
Nov 30, 2016
Nov 30, 2016 at 5:53 PM UTC
I'm building a cathedral out of
Needles, hope and wire;
Cast-off iron, nickel, tin
And coins of low denomination.
My rosettes dress the sunlight up in
Dripping gems, like royalty;
With scarlet slows the sounding bells while
Amber makes the dust motes lazy.
Seven halls, eleven arches
And eighteen darkened booths
Hold a single breath - an unfinished
Thought with a heart of dripping water
And legs made of undressed marble.
The steeples dip their faces in the rainclouds
As I crouch among the shingles with
A wooden mallet and a mouthful of nails.
Nov 29, 2016
Nov 29, 2016 at 10:25 AM UTC
I'm dressed for travel!
Tattered rags and
Drawstring leather saddlebags,
Home-made shoes and
Unkempt hair...
A woven sack? What's hiding there?
A folding knife, a
Length of string, a
Photograph, a mandolin,
A lumpen package bound in twine,
An apple and a draught of wine,
An empty space I've yet to fill--
Lord willing, though, I think I will.
Nov 7, 2016
Nov 7, 2016 at 5:48 AM UTC
Profusion burst, but
At the end of days,
Like a sunflower.
Nov 1, 2016
Nov 1, 2016 at 9:24 AM UTC
The night sky stumbled, lost in thought
And caught up under slippered foot
By the scattered playthings of the dusk--
Pillows, tinsel, drifts of cotton wool, and
Brightly coloured sheets of fingerpainted
Foolscap paper. Gathering her haughty skirts,
Embroidered at the hem with silver coins
And lined with lightly patterned silk of
Deeply pleated royal blue, she turned an
Elegant and stately pirouette and flung her
Arms toward the bashful moon.
Oct 31, 2016
Oct 31, 2016 at 2:39 AM UTC