13/4/13

morningpoem


all the years I've spent and spend
on the hills below the temple
the brunette caterpillars like buffalo
across their petite fields

Orpha

Orpha

creatures dripping in light
of stone & city, their ink-filled
eyes & songs, their darks
& earthling limbs, rootings
& dwellings & dreams


for Juliette Guilbert

Wilda

Wilda

the iterations of the sea, sweet betty
the earth flown through by tiny lacies
flooding the sea muse and the sky muse
and the dear thick earth, we love you brightly
in any sun, each star and trestle how the mighty mini
made things such as towns of clay and sand in spurts and flutters,
the foamy blankets of the shores the gently unknowns
and the winds, sweet betty, the iterations of the sea


for Sarah Schubart, in memory, on her 45th birthday

Dovie

Dovie

and so is joy
in folds and folds of time
jewelled singly or in groups
cherished trees
moons and stitches






for Arielle Guy

A Posy for the Ides (Francine)

A Posy for the Ides (Francine)

with the skanky geese
in the wounding-place
pink smoke & elegant, dramatic
cures

A Posy for Larentalia

A Posy for Larentalia

in the quiet of the year
our fates like stars like fates like stars
our fates
bright birds dark greens
rain cold glories soothe us all

down at the truth-mall
crown ruin queening

[May Dollyweather]

such as these theme doctors
in their angry repose

[bodyfrock’d in the howling viz]

bodyfrock'd in the howling viz

landed suppositions in the claptrap have

buried in futuristic hubbub

plans and sub-plots, solace, measure
into 
the pavlovian sunrise