Monday, December 19, 2016
INRI on the calyx of
our cumbrous garlands,
if we could skip
"Smiles bloom for
(light tongues hum a floating cadence)
Breach in the plank
at the bonds
And wonder below the raiment
of stolen heavens.
Wednesday, December 14, 2016
Wednesday, November 16, 2016
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.