Mar 3, 2015 | Uncategorized
235.
Of engine what to speak how things
are made to happen
Persephone herself bent to retrieve
sky color from earth color
our first ethnographer she is taken
taken in by what she investigates
and lords it later over the dead and
not yet born
Hades’ house is not just for the dead
it is the queendom of everything
unseen
she ladies it over hell where we all
are fat
swollen with pasts and lives to come
all for the sake of one blue flower
and no mother
she is her own mother now.
236.
Now light your heart and be another
time is weary of this mask of yours
melt the wax of it away in seventh-month
heat
be free of this prison thee
I am little but mythological chatter
break the light a little and come
home
nothing happens on the other side
until we wake again with human faces
I look more like you than you believe
finally divided sunlight into heat
like a message
someone sends you find some shade and
stand there
there is a Golem in all of us a
servant heavy slumbering.
Mar 2, 2015 | Uncategorized
233.
Measure not pleasure
the ripest ambiguity high priestess
golden color quiet lioness
heel heel great varmint of the sky
soon it will be your turn, wheel
can I ever other? Bruno argued yes
I rage at how they fired him
restoring him to his elements
yes change your horoscope revise the
sky
the people waiting for you are hiding
in your sleep
take the iron road that ran right in
crying his name she came to herself
alone.
234.
And that was how she was a Tarot card
naked visible through a brick wall
a window where none was possible
she made the light and he brought the
air
the wind was seeing her with his pale
eyes
she breathed in being seen and so we
move
to the next gallery every image is a
room of its own
come live me inside the image
the deeper in you go the more space
there is
we come through a small door into a
big world
in this way we enter every image
hold the image in your mouth and
taste the remember.
Mar 1, 2015 | Uncategorized
231.
When I said enough you weren’t
listening
a phone rings far away and only there
why do we care about the colors
aren’t they the whole story
all the colors of the 21 Taras the
single blue of the Medicine Buddha
look around you’ll see them
everywhere
on different instruments how can one
note be the same
or there is no such as same
when the mind is busy we are no years
old
night and morning fragrant linden
flowers fade now
lindens and cicadas and sunspots who
else is there
tiny homeopathic breeze to make the
skin joy
color is the other word for it.
232.
Does it even sound like this
is it music or does it mean
he asked an anger like layer of low
cloud
but there was only blue and
shapeliness was you
there is no plausible verb for being
too many people were far away and
didn’t care
the pink and tinseled rider in the
circus
who knows from where such people come
if people they are if come they do
I started watching as a child and
never stopped
in the barnyard with ruddy feathers
the names of creatures are the same
as fate.
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