Saturday, July 14, 2018

tricube screwage

fiery hot
scalding love
what's it like?

Durga's tiger
stops for lunch
(villagers).

melty eyes
boil my heart
o m g

torrid kiss
from my doll
do me Ken!

for fuck's sake
stop writing.
I'll pay you.
_____

tricubes.

Thursday, July 12, 2018

The Cleric Crow

art by Toril Fisher
Crow, with your blackberry voice,
your hand-feet praying to grass blades
and sunflower stalks,

Come to my violin-framed bed of soft Gypsy songs.
Dolorous crow, in my elbow crook,
barter with corn kernels
for my robe spun from comb and tears.

Crow, with your harsh voice,
I must remember;
I cannot forget.
My skin hums with wings and stingers.
Your skin blooms with smoke and stars.

Crow, small priest of the northern window,
I have done so much
accumulating only to trinkets and sighs.

Take them, give them to the mourning dove.
I am useless but yours;
Distinguish me, by your bright vision, from pavement, 
from waste.

Crow, with your amorous voice
made from cat-tail and winding vine,
I must remember;
I cannot forget.
Make me your bauble,
give me to God
high in the branches of the swaying locust.
________
 
 linked HERE.
 

Tuesday, July 10, 2018

In The Gardens Of Răscumpărare

I searched for my love
in the shadow of a sycamore.
In my hands--
dust.
On my body--
ash from a Gypsy fire.

I searched for my love
in the railings and rectangles
of city buildings.
In my hands--
broken glass.
On my body--
words from a howling wind.

I found my love
in the hanging gardens of Răscumpărare.
In my hands--
her hair.
On my body--
salvation, her lips, and a thousand birds. 
_______ 

Monday, July 9, 2018

In The House Of Never

What to do with the girl?
The girl who appears not to listen?

What to do with walls?
Which have sprung while we were sleeping?

What to do with morning? Afternoon?
Parceled into minutes by panes of glass?

What to do with the floor?
Made of tired ships which rolled and died here?

What letters to leave?
What regrets to horn out of our shoes?

How to make signal flags?
From the lace of our sleeves?

How to reach the girl?
How to make tickets from bobby pins?

How to leaven the air with sirens' songs?
How to wave from the dock that does not exist?

How to knot an apron, a halyard, a kite's tail?
For the girl who appears not to listen?
______ 

Saturday, July 7, 2018

"Barcarole For Bathtub"

The following is a selection from Miss MacF-P's collection "Poesy In Pastels."
Barcarole for bathtub;
glub-de-glub-glub!
A perfect place to place my posterior.

"Neath the the window!
'Neath the glass!
An arboreal assignation for my ass.

Knock knock!
Who can it be?
A husband, a child, or some vagabond
needing to pee?

Here, with ferns and candles
and easily accessible senior assistance handles,
I sit and sing
(my words taking wonderfully to wing!)
my Barcarole For Bathtub
sung
by me
to
my knee.
_____

for Camera FLASH! at Real Toads.

Note: Millicent MacFarquhar-Pellington's masterpiece "Barcarole For Bathtub" was published by Snoot & Sons in 1923 as the centerpiece of her fifth collection "Poesy In Pastels." Millicent's first four volumes--including the celebrated "Mongoose Sonnets" sold more than 3 million copies and have been translated into German, French, Urdu and Icelandic. A two-time winner of the Blemish Prize For Literature, Ms. MacFarquhar-Pellington remains beloved today, twenty years after her passing from combination skin in 1998.

 

 

Wednesday, July 4, 2018

I Spoke Worlds

I spoke worlds,
but found myself a stranger in them all.
Each was beautiful,
but in each it was always night.

I sang stars,
one more distant than the next.
On each it was blindingly bright,
but time and silence drove them mad.

A man came to me and said,
"You are lovely but no one can see you."
A woman came to me who could,
but she constantly mistook me for herself.

I chanted children
who were mine but not mine.
Each carried a candle,
my body the wax they were made from.

I spoke worlds,
and all they were was lonely.
I sang stars,
separated by all that I feared and hated and could not forgive.

A man came to me and said,
"Stop talking."
My Lord, I thought,
and opened to him like a magnificent chasm. 
_______

 

Sunday, July 1, 2018

Happy Canada Day! (repost)

Oh Canada,

Our home and native land

True patriot's love

At all thy son's command.

With glowing hearts,

We see thee rise,

The True North strong and free.

From far and wide,

Oh, Canada,

We stand on guard for thee.

God keep our land

Glorious and free

Oh, Canada, we stand on guard for thee

Oh, Canada, we stand on guard for thee!

Happy Canada Day from down south in Detroy-it, eh? :-)
_______