Goddess Remorse

The stray eye pierces this great tumult;

Into song, flower, ire— Our tumbling by his presence-vision— distilled, and is.

A perhaps-hand reaches out,

But crushed by the weight of Crown:

Cover, O muds of Demeter, these derelict towns!

This world is not captured, but floodwaters gathered in an eye.

The gash of you, O unfound king, our last nectar, expires.

Gather

'gainst knowledge        

            all out

        rages; knowing

atop thy head— a welt

stained      glass

      bruise

strug’ling to flicker

dull eyes     stilldimming;

approaches the cross

the         into ground libation

sighing

Oracle

Their faces concrete. Lingering sheeps of crimson of black song.

An arbor one’s limb weakly extends through, smoldering voice earth.

A face dalmatian spattered. Around a corner peering eyes

Terribly.

“Which way?” he asks.

To the arbor. Of darksome fear so died

The gold in grey cloud.

By some invisible hand steam wafts between the two.

Knotted earth, savior plant; into existence never did myth;

Behind veiled eyes the python sits.

Sleepeth.

Do you see myrrh? O bride of red vestment. A place dark and worn.

“Boyish wisps of late cloud–

“A voice is poured.”

Hands-of-laurel.

“The totem head speaks; crimson womb.

“Eyes; blind, glowing river. ”

The many hands-of-laurel quiver. 

The heartbroken one vanishes; twisting torso pierced.

The priestess sits; a winged graze is felt.

Limply dreaming on his rock the stray.

By dawn her basin still wavers emptily.

Lethe

With whiteblind eyes he sees.

Almost glowing his totem head.

Dampness toward them flows

That nothingsmell of wood.

Smoldering voice

Great hands which churn the earth.

A seminary wilts and dies.

So unknown is even a book

But in the ground the faint white eyes.

Procession

A tortured word

Echoes through stony world

Of transfigured men,

To leopards’

Red teeth and snow

This dying winter:

Succumb, O world!

You sweet into hushed grove

As the dying ringlet-words of an angel

Through a boy’s mouth;

Wound of citrusfruit

three new year's poems

the purpling river runs down my hands

gray wisdom’s flesh, sliced open, oozing. the seeds sprout innocently 

the birth of ugliness, crying— green wonders

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leopard paws printed in red snow

the toiling of a frost-stricken stream

gloved hands swirling through winter 

the concrete builds up cold like frustration

Ode to Philadelphia

the remaining clumps of city mourn the loss 

of clean air. a comet explodes, the glistening eyes of dead bodies rejoice.