Friday, February 26, 2010

the rain like a release of arrows

the earth like a bloodstained mace

smeared with grass and marrow.

the deer sacrificial. the hunter allegorical.

of constellations chasing constellations.

a tortoise the still soul of a churning ocean.

lectio difficilior.

the warrior shines in his wound

the single bullet revealing an opened red

the rod in his mouth a sun destroying the universe.

the river is a sister of the time of death

carrying away timid warriors to the town

of the king of the dead surrounded by kings

of the dead. the ghosts make wailing sounds.


the hour is the fire taken from the recitation

"as fire is covered by smoke so knowledge is covered with desire" Mbh

the rising son is an especial splendor


cloud and ocean cloud and ocean in lock


a blind man reads the late afternoon light
watches conch shells under water and later
the 16 crescent shaped parts of the moon.


a pilgrimage underwater under moonlight with the night
shining on the rising
moon a crescent on a forehead


the universe roams in all directions with flaming unibrow.

2 comments:

  1. a life in photographs.

    the mother, sculptersque, 19c foto

    the alleged father, ramrod.

    childhood's pink house in salonica.

    staff captain, stiffly uniformed

    the balkan war, well now into the 20c.

    janissary-costumed in military balls

    a colonel now.

    gallipoli. but soon after-

    eve of congress.

    nationalists. but betwixt

    lovers & wife & lovers again

    commandeer the parliament, save

    izmir from the fire.

    build victory monuments, address

    monster nations crowds.

    pretend-retire to a farm

    dance with the peasant's brides.

    introduce the hat.

    bathe in a private beach, boat trips,regattas

    adopt great great grandchildren &

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  2. here butterflies change color as they fly she said

    the reefer seems to stays lit under the river

    we shared nightmares about a dead horse in a dumpster with lye all over its eyes still brown wet large angry

    an abortion from an ambulance service (though the sister had said she could raise it


    i remember resenting it being called it


    a photograph of us today anon lies in its stillness its silence)

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