Friday, September 26, 2008

Fireflies

I look out windows all the time.
                  ---- Andrei Bely, Kotik Letaev

I

West of the high ground,
in valleys of Elysian
youth,

Chasing fireflies as
night smothered
Sun.

Next to my bed
they
lit up a jar.

They brightened
darkness I feared.

They died shining
as dreams endeared.

II

West of prince's port wind shudders cries.
Here fireflies die in jarred eyes.





Saturday, September 20, 2008

The Last Post (To M.T. 1892-1941)


From the Sparrow Hills
a cry breaks from
the city below.

Marina, now silent, sways gently
from rope crushing her throat.

She scratched song in timeless stone.

Like a solicitous mother she hushed, 
in honeyed tones, breath's exacting law.

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Soporific Sweetheart

"Il pleut sur la ville."

---Arthur Rimbaud





Your cold skin
and dark eyes
are cool rain
and clouded skies.



Your heart beats
in time with the rain.
Your moans flag
what shakes the pane.




My velvet eyed lullaby
on dream like days,



My Soporific Sweetheart
panning gold from sky-clad
grays.



We mock
rainy-day blight
with dew kisses
and the treasures
of night.




Monday, September 08, 2008

December

The powdered hush
of pharmaceuticalm falls.
It's cold.
Wind fastens 
mouths and
eyes closed.
Youth's parole
swathes all in
semblance and
surrender.

It is December.
Night cloaks flaws kindly,
and skirts law deftly.
Thieves take solace in short days.
Trees shed leaves 'neath wan rays.
Death casts bold dyes
upon snow bled fields.

December.
The heart brakes.
There's nothing
to sing.