Monday, July 31, 2006

An Open Field(Firenze 1478)

Black Company sings solemnly
down Via dei Malcontenti,
past Gates of Justice.

The curses, blot them out.
This Calvary cart,
immortal ignominy.

My blood must quench
Heaven's disfavor.

The City finds me unclean,
lest demons or plague
unite in my design.

Bankers and The Eight,
never miserly about blood,
I thank thee.

In grace am I not
to be hung from 
the Bargello window?

Lord, my only creditor,
pay this debt.




Monday, July 17, 2006

Heavenly Bloom of Rockets Like Sunflowers/TombLover

typosis en psyche





TOMBLOVER


A friend who wishes to remain anonymous has requested
a unique tomb:


A giant white marble phallus standing erect out of the ground
with two balls behind(globes with flat tops serving as benches) and
a hole atop the Phallus from where a jet of water will eternally spurt
into a pool in the front. It will be an "Eternal Ejaculation" to honor life.


In the future Graveyards will be webpages.



ROCKETS LIKE SUNFLOWERS

Drain the sea, wash fire from the sky.
It burns where children weep and die.

Sunflowers fall like rebel Angels.

Deadly booms we imagine blooms
to make light of misfortune.

Water never runs.
Its legs, like 
light, are gone.

Mother weeps in darkness
and silently prays for the time
of Prophets,

Pure and gold
as Sun's polished
glory.

Saturday, July 08, 2006

Pentheus

                        I

From the womb all madness comes,
ere it shines like two Suns
burning skin. 

Mystery hounds love into wilds
where raving maids sing death.

                      II

Lost limbs
midwife abortion. 

Io Hymenae! 
Bleed madness
into e'ery hymn!

Song severs his head.

                  III

Hollow and wan it floats past
       on clouded water.