Creation
Creation rooted in the loam,
Who not singing in the trees,
The light creation be,
And in the speckled shade,
Their cubs,foals and babes,
Creation made?
Birds be angels,
Souls be harps,
No less them croaking,
In marshy slime,
The mute,them braying,
The chburchy choir,
Radiant is creation’s desire.
Red legged magpie,
Nay song to dawn,
Gathers glamour from the refuse dump,
And beneath its shimmering wings,
To its fledglings,
Angels of light are singing.
Breathe and bathe,
In the quetzals green chimes,
Fount of rhyming scales,
Serpent sheds upon the foam,
Whispering Fates blind Homers versed,
Belle cantos birth.
I leapt and would in apogee remained,
I would on wave lifted have betrothed,
The amniotic water,
In heavens trailing gowns.
Awakened,
Dissolved into all,
Their clarion calls.
Ever soul’s birth,
Is their chorus,
Holding always their final note,
Singing light into night.
COMETS OVER EDEN
Beauty has no mercy,
The senses can acquit,
The chambers of the heart.
Homer sang time defeated,
In corseted verse,
Gods radiant on mortals to rehearse.
Weightless soars,
The bounty forth from light,
Forbidden to behold.
Scuttle through the shadows,
My heart doomed to love,
Cling together to flood,
The space agured in my soul.
Let love not be murmured,
Or polluted by hopoe.
No promise from angels,
No prophesy,
Drunkenly versed.
The Pleides,
Mystery,
She traces hairs along my spine,
Ghost and winter in the womb,
Pillar of salt,
We are scalding tears.
I have lost nothing,
And weep for all,
As humpbacked my shadow,
Jibs me into fall.
All is echoes,
Always and ever,
Since the angel,
Let loose my hand,
And naked,
I folded into man.
Falling angels twice seen,
For dark passage named,
Flense my throat,
With their martyer’s pain.
Solid darkness did engulf:
What would on breath,
Froze choirs I hear.
Angels chose to be our tears.
TREE OF LIFE, FOUNTAIN OF CREATION
Too fined the words,
Sang him in chorus,
Leaping ,
Stones, stoic and enchanting,
Vowels and consonants carving,
Later,
Not to pause for breath,
Was song is breath,
Upon the breast,
The babe gave rest,
Ruptured from the womb,
Nair to rest til tomb
In hammock by the shore,
Seething tide the howling mane,
The harpies ride,
All the astral gravaties repel.
Oh love radiant being!
What religion has more than traced you,
Less than chilled you,
While all have lived you?
The farm boys of Vermont,
The sugar maples flame,
Blesse’,
The cock to heart driven,
Sweet sap,
Onto snow is teenth,
And they pound their pudding in the sheep.
No refinement of tonge or throat,
The cackling branches of the Fates,
Win no quarrel with those,
Call love a fuck or mate,
And full rasping and humping,
Cunt and bung hole,
Melt into the snow,
And touch the maple capstan,
Up rises the Milky Way.
Oh radiant being,
Feeding the babe,
The pudding pounding shepherds song,
Who chorused loce never afraid.
RAISE HIGH YOUR LIMBS TO DANCE IN CELEBRATION
Continued my gods to evoke,
Nasant my radiance,
Of ejaculation’s torque,
Muted wailing rapture,
My short changed joints,
And milk bone limbs,
To whirl her orbiting,
Upon the oceans.
Words that have held me,
‘Rastling til my hip bone popped,
Ball and socket,
Mortar and pestel,
Canter of Torah and Muzzin,
The binders of Babbleon’s whores,
The stallion’s molten rectum,
And gleaming chorded flanks,
They crucified my lords,
Cross their backs,
Cocks pounding heavens into their cunts.
REVOLVING, WHEELING AND SPIRELING TO THE SINGING LIGHT
Spilled and died in the Sahara,
My gods of Agadez prance,
Hard a lee to the solar wind,
The gleaming jockeys,
Stallion steeds pride and sovergnty,
Bequethe.
The lorry’s able-bodied,
Hauled in Jonah,
Preaching god’s mercy above men.
And day later plank to sea bed again,
Where souls search purgatory,
For the nacreous shell of Venus.
Into the cleavage,
Sideways to gain,
I drank from the Artesian spring,
Of universal birth dream,
Licking her green fleece cunt,
Song of Songs watering my tongue and throat,
The stars to zodiac wed.
Water scarce in flowing cursive writes Koran and verse and song.
In flood the gins grant prayers of sin,
The lush nightmares of Pharoes and slaves,
That are the heart rebelling in all religion,
Against the garret of monotheism.
Poets dance and sing,
There be Sufi and truth’s genes.
OCEANS AMNIOTIC WATERS
Catalina Fata Morgana.
Los Angel-loss.
Scrotum mounted,
On the full gallop, dolphin hump,
Of Vaizquez,
Manzanita reifying limbs through man;s ages,
Madrone and ocean sunset:
I was born in mirage of red.
My father raised in whispers of poppies and yucca,
Tone deaf was he,
Stone deaf was he,
To all beauty.
Me and kindred blossoms of loam,
Exhaled the Quetzals and virgins,
In land waves of tidal bore,
Swept along in spirits,
Sybleine.
THE SUN AND MOON IN NUPTUAL DANCE
Here’s to reason,
The coven of seasons,
Flat foot philosophy,
That translates trees,
Speaking in the breeze,
For those confined in celibacy,
Or other forms withholding.
Exiles from fragrance,
Mendicant souls,
Baptized in nerveless cold sweat.
My credentials,
Madness in all idioms,
Afront to all lords,
Composing farts,
They feast to power,
Into boughers,
My lords right to deflower,
All wooers in the realm,
To leukymia and deformation,
Hear ye, hear ye,
My perfect chord,
That onion, that is clove, turmeric,
Presto a lyric,
Ah, parsley, rosemary and thyme,
For the French to savor my rhyme.
And now with tumbling,
Prat fall, hoisted on my own petard,
Hush falling:
The slick rip of fatted calf calf humbled,
Ciggles, guffaws, and chortles muffled,
The miracle of poetry:
Truth weds Beauty.
THE SURROUNDING STARS REVOLVING
Is upon a rock womb warm and plenty,
She bathes herself in eternity.
We are there, we two,
Our day forever,
Replete as droplets of dew,
Pregnant reflections.
True as the prophet’s song imagined heard,
So resounding the silence,
Of her stilled wings of this last eternity,
Song of songs,
Of the dying honey bee.
Still born all labor this day,
Round the girth of mother earth.
Babes to refuse,
Love repelled,
Blossom scorched,
Fruit to rot,
Eternity tone deaf belches,
Arid infinity.
This cold touch fastens and blackens.
She of the birds and bees,
Flowers and trees,
Her last impregnation,
Humming honey song,
Spiritual endearment,
On Sunny Boys And Honey Pies,
Stilled, the song and spirit dies.
The universe is naught but drop of dew,
Our first kiss, renewed.
A MEASURE OF OUR LOVE AND LONGING
“This’l do”, Thistle dew:
Thorns redeemed in morning dew,
My patois,
Native hybred,
Of the barefoot tread,
Soul to stone’s blarney terse,
More song than verse.
Science is entombed,
Mummy and organic amphora,
Mortician’s craft in black waters,
and formaldyde.
Asunder,
Their bodies,
Adam and Eve,
The chill we feel,
Some will puke,
Sensing soul’s plunder.
Medical students,
Through esophagus into gut,
Sands rain like hourglass,
Rasping on Catholic catacism,
Sliding passage up catacombs,
Vomiting murdered baby’s wails.
Shepherds snag in mangers tender receiving,
The infant’s birth.
Dew drop condensing in cold black,
Irritant in quantum apothacary.
Mother of pearl,
She births us,
Nacreous shell of Venus.
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