Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Dancing with Leah

Swells rise west of this cradle.
Trains moan the whole night through.

I remember you, Leah, 
at Homecoming dance.
Though too young,
barely ten, fortune
favored me with
an older brother.

I asked for your hand.
You smiled sweet as fragrance
and took mine.
Nestled in your bosom
                                               (crush of cloth and tit-flesh
                                                I was too young to threaten)
I swayed overcome by fullness.

Sunday, November 02, 2008

Huc Parum Descende, Iulia(Ad Iulia)

A torrent of Angel tears drained day's sins
down gutters.
In robe and sandals I walked sweet as redemption
midst revelers.
Bare grails were promised my beatific kiss,
silken and cool as the winged Arcadian God's 

Ladies! the Judas-like kisses you laughingly gave
were the ass I rode in mock triumph---

Your apostasy stabs like nails.
My heavenly crown floats in the punch bowl.

A camera my Cross as the night closed...

And Julia! Dear Julia!
What of my promise?
Will Angel tears
cleanse my fall?
                            (Knowing ass made
                               a mess of it all.)