the glories of her
struck me, made me aria,
singing her body,
my loins were, and were
the scene of stupendous achievement.
stupor. knees, needing to pray.
all knobs and softness of-
my goddess!-
the ducking and trouble
it swarmed in me
all at once....always
i am excited:
the original crime:
lusting for succulent fruit.
besides a sense of beauty-
my goddess!-
and a yearning for dewy paradise,
what could be more odd?
discontent with teeming minutes,
till He leaves the garden of eden.
Saturday, October 16, 2010
Can You Tell Me?
transcendent beauty
can you tell me?
how should i praise you?
through inspiration?
of necessity!
i am he whose brain is scattered
aimlessly.
i am smitten! i
am. i am. i am smitten, i reaffirm,
now the words tumble through as in
lonely moments i hear them.
they are all
about you. the dance!
the verb detaches itself,
seeking to become articulate.
and i cannot help thinking
of the wonders of your beauty
that strums the lyre of my mind.
can you tell me?
how should i praise you?
through inspiration?
of necessity!
i am he whose brain is scattered
aimlessly.
i am smitten! i
am. i am. i am smitten, i reaffirm,
now the words tumble through as in
lonely moments i hear them.
they are all
about you. the dance!
the verb detaches itself,
seeking to become articulate.
and i cannot help thinking
of the wonders of your beauty
that strums the lyre of my mind.
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
Distant Stars
one by one they appear in
my observatory: a few hopes, and
a few memories with present
presence. how bright the constellation shines!
but before they fade they stand
perfectly embodied,
the past and future eclipsing them like a
cloak of chaos-
moments lived only to
renew the force they
enhance with each hot convulsion.
true, they are not at rest yet,
but now they are indeed
apart, winnowed in the present press,
they withdraw to an orbit
and turn with distant
hard energy, like intergallactic stars.
my observatory: a few hopes, and
a few memories with present
presence. how bright the constellation shines!
but before they fade they stand
perfectly embodied,
the past and future eclipsing them like a
cloak of chaos-
moments lived only to
renew the force they
enhance with each hot convulsion.
true, they are not at rest yet,
but now they are indeed
apart, winnowed in the present press,
they withdraw to an orbit
and turn with distant
hard energy, like intergallactic stars.
I Saw a Butterfly
through the rain
and sliding door haze
i saw a butterfly
in golden aura
on white
linoleum
moving
subtle
soft
to electric
motor howls
and fantasy scorching
the chilled cerebellum
and sliding door haze
i saw a butterfly
in golden aura
on white
linoleum
moving
subtle
soft
to electric
motor howls
and fantasy scorching
the chilled cerebellum
On Every Think I Think
on every think i think
the countless shadows fall
of other thinks as valid
i cannot have;
spotlights of fantasies, too,
impossible to me.
yet somehow truer,
being with more power bright.
may i never lose these shadowy
glimpses of transcendent thinks
that modify and minimize
my own, and never fail
to keep some shining sense of the way
all thinks at last
before love's dawning meaning
like the stars at sunrise pale.
the countless shadows fall
of other thinks as valid
i cannot have;
spotlights of fantasies, too,
impossible to me.
yet somehow truer,
being with more power bright.
may i never lose these shadowy
glimpses of transcendent thinks
that modify and minimize
my own, and never fail
to keep some shining sense of the way
all thinks at last
before love's dawning meaning
like the stars at sunrise pale.
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