What secrets do your lips possess
that in kissing mine
your heart does true confess
that I am *** divine.

once every moon
from thy flesh hilt
my sword draws blood

and

once every moon
my rank renews
as thy lord of the garter

To see art
                    and shed a tear

To view a vista
                              that brings on despair

To meet a woman
                                   and be moved beyond repair.

How you transmute sorrow
into art,
I wish thou art
no more pain
then need requires
to inspire another poem of flaming fire.

Morning sounds remix

cat eating dry food,
refrigerator whir,
large jet five miles out,
cat licking water,
hot coffee sipped,
laptop fan drawing air,
cat brushing pant leg,
dry skin -- lacing fingers,
barely audible -- keyboard keys --

sounds I will funnel
          into a tin,
          place a lid,

rhythmically spice shake the tumult with one hand while
clank, clank  - syncopate - clank  syncopate -- clank, clank with a stick.

my thoughts
bread you daily
as if you were breast of chicken
and I were battered cornmeal.

Today I saw a bead of birds strung close,
each to each and two by two,
along a power line
that connected me to you.