Tuesday, April 18, 2017


faces in dark clouds
   cover the sun

streets bloom black from dull grey

sharp wind has lungs
     rattling cages

alert and lively,
  the first rumbles
crack like
  God's jaw


                                                    we seek cover
                                                      from flashes
                                                  of heavenly strife.

Tuesday, March 14, 2017


Body's recollection
    kneads mind.

Fruitless speculation
    molts dusk.

Open eyes owl
 sprung from bowels...
 the baser pole
  sputters wisdom.

These fouled sheets,
  an epoch's labor...

Bodiless trace,
ah nurse! comfort me!
  That hoary face...
Hollow eyes above me---
     resolute, pure

  so vaguely sensed
in youth's
searing summer.

Words ran
  with and in me---

Time wasted stumbling
     after absolutes.
Friedrich, Christiane...
    relief, relief.

Nanette, a kiss
   before breath's
Corybantic play

     Difference pales.

Ashen twilight obscures
          her form
       endless dusk.

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.