Monday, December 19, 2016

Holiday Bubble


     INRI on the calyx of
   our cumbrous garlands,

     if we could skip
       and gush:

                    "Smiles bloom for
                      mirth gathering
                         les abeilles..."
      (light tongues hum a floating cadence)

Breach in the plank
    you prettily
  Phoebe's beam

         We laugh
       at the bonds
        of restraint

 And wonder below the raiment
         of stolen heavens.

Wednesday, December 14, 2016

Celestial Lute

Cold wax trickles
  down shoulders.

Eve's wind tickles
   burning ears.

Stars weep crystal in
  Luna's tilted basin.

                         Under stars,

with hollow cup
and rusty eyes,

                        he prays teardrops
                        kiss brittle strings.

Wednesday, November 16, 2016

The Do Undone

She emerged from clouds of hairspray,
gold of her hair in radiant array
as jeune Deneuve midst parapluies,
a Lucrezia d'Este parting rough seas.

Time's coarse hand dulls lively sheen
and pans such splendor to the iron mean.
So cruel the curl unwinds to limp tangles
mournful skies rain tears of Angels.