Poem #97 Moths

Let me fly father field

By the sunset orange and pale

Unlashes I cannot reach the happy omen

From thy broad lucent forgetting

Still happier air great subtle soul folding

Dyeing in a heat. 

Poem #96 Pipe thou waste of visions

Immortal sickle to his silver voice

Fold call these despair mild

Lonely  slopes haunt soft wanderer

Fugitive to honor

The world’s market bought sold

Unfollowed heart like nothing

Feeble gave ground its strength

Beloved Long happy learnt men

Pipe thou waste of visions

Light wandering night

Grown not reach of

Fatigue and fear. 

Poem #65 Plaintive

Did you see it?

The two of us

The first word

No way

How did they get it ?

From here to there

Working part of the time

he has it

Up in the air.

She said to go

Which way?

Poem #62 Achilles Has Known

Achilles has known

how beautiful sorrow, sorrow stands

would come a large utterance

look up, when you do not see beneath you

thy thunder, they rain, the new command of

fallen house speak of unpracticed hands

perhaps men did not known the mighty earth

or did not study architecture while in tears

forehead to the ground the moon

turned the sea upon the people

god enter in not all his curse not all his blessing

flaming robes the strings of magic broke

and fire burned fueled by strange games

harrow new desert void the blaze darkness death

my center lost to the dominion

fall great center on strange ashes

feast upon the phantoms

heavy vapors scummy marsh,

the blindfolded man in search of his future

six hours passed curtaining clouds

Poem #55 Awake Loneliness

she closed the door

no word

through empty

fruits flowers mounted like treasures before her

and for what better things shone pleasure that

did not last

heaven pure free from half hidden dreams

stolen paradise so nicely curved empty dresses

and she slept beside it,

gather on the carpet bed empty of dreams

morphine man, candid breath

did not come noise is gone

the tune to which she slept

lucent sighs

on golden dishes

light awake

whispering in her pillow

her red marked hands

spell fantasies that she cannot awaken

played eve’s wide upon him

vision of her sleep

change her dream so pure

witless words

on hands fearing to move or speak

awake loneliness with touch

vow sad eyes

change art

immortal leave my love

beyond a mortal

eternal throbbing star

dream its odor sweet

alluring against loves dark dream

cruel curse

forsakes sick upon fevered bride

blest with cursed vessel

of dying miracle love

cannot keep it but might spare the heart

arise let us away

drowned all in fearless hopes

hurried by words

no human flickering

rose along

glide

phantoms

lay huge wakeful one

and one

key turns

gone fled dreamt of

thousand ashes

scattered and places they sent upon me

loveliness nothingness full of flowery spite

Poem #43 Fifty More Words More I Won’t Know

Hear to the puffed out heroes in the absence of a moral law

Concerning someone else merely hears a cry

Young day I won’t come a ransom like everyone else,

I never was the kind of girl to buy heaven in a store

Or Religion going door to door

Selling promises- for all you had and more

You came you walked and we went

Calling for Bootlegged promises living in Empty conversations

I haven’t got a will falling in a world of free floating anxiety

Swirling and swishing as they go 50 words more  I won’t know.

Poem #40 In Shirtless Fall

Image travels of the sun

In its seasoning silence

Of the dejected muse

Art Sorrow

Thy lips in vain touch verse

A star gone

A blank airy course

Hung for ages

With tears

A wet coat

With strings of mighty sighs

And red eyes

That pull one backward

Here another useless day

Will return

Behold

so soon from here another

to think,

None a poet

A king

Glowing of pages

We the epic

Born and died

In suffering

Always cheerful

A man of original geniuses

At ease in humor,

In shirtless fall

Timely appearance

The benevolent wages

Paid to brief passage

In no sympathy with suffering

True pathos of

the serious imagination

worn with December light

Poem #22 Sometimes Hear Besides Pleasant Whining

Sometimes hear besides pleasant whining

a chatter where inexplicable splendor of man

stands garbed shameless in nothing,

sails wide past beating oars of dreams,

carried down the stream of promised comment,

A new start under feet, nothing but dirty hands.

Humble people- nothing they came,

burning heart still lit in flames till bones were seen.

Deep sea, swell in whispers of age,

youth the whirlpool of life,

once handsome and tall, as are you now

come torchlight

 red of the crying rebellion of stony places-

little patience down sandy rocks.

Poem #18 Romance: An Upkeep of Sidelong Glances

Vats upon tippled turn

such inebriate

pearl a summer day

when butterflies swing kisses of air

drink till weeping

on another lust and

forgive

loved out of measure

and out of turn

kisses cross

romance: an upkeep of sidelong glances

a rag called woman

his lady fair

you and I

years worked to never know

Poem #4 Gynarchy

its obvious only near the window

souls for sale second hand

golden fiddles fair struck

elfin red of inquiry

its obvious only near the window

master of sorrow

blasting boasts

bound in chains

beat open contrite

we are not prisoners

put into life

an adopted spectacle

a painting by Rembrandt

its obvious only near the window

able things our daily life

might say

between the depth of the individual

its obvious only near the window