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Constance

why have they not named you
moon
suspended
anamorphic
empty
void identity
milky calf of Gaia
does anyone crave your sympathy
lantern at night
lunar
satellite
writer’s inspired spine
every human eye ever every generation
has seen you—
studied you
beheld reflected antiquity within youCenTerO - Oh sí.
still wallflower blurry hero
black hole piercing
Io, Ariel
Juliet—
all asteroid hotties
do their planets love them more
than rock and crater
heat and cold—
know their every move
and favorite color and food
so much made a moon name
yet you upon Junkets’ throne—
anonymous companion
nomadic panacea
broken heart
bleeding
presiding forsaken rites
on passed over battlefields
there where men cease writhing
glorious ribbons
patches and pins—
calling ghostly families
searching urgent sky
swallowing for home
there atop icy peak
lost
broken
frozen
mistaken disoriented descent step stranded
except for lunar glow—
touching pacifier
peace of abandoned abyss
there aboard instant shuttle
calamity
transfixed view
of heaven from heaven
of you
dark traveler in limbo
choosing you over home
ending with lit up smiles
in a trail of solid fuel
there in semi-private room divider set
sheers and lots drawn
late between shifts
past visiting hours

basked expiration in comforting luminous flux

 

morituri te salutant


devoted pearl to pride, parliament
sounder
cete
skulk
nye
and tyrannosaurus rex
celestial crescent counselor
to sunbathed full—
Ramses/Caesars gaze at your face
voyeurs
covetous
and Godly
flimsy moniker intimate requests
made Machiavelli’s patron
of kingdoms and power—
denying her affection
ignored orphan grief
faceless whore
Degas girl
standing opposite interior door
one and only shiny-dry tears
rumored pregnant
sickly green as cheese
and wormy holes
orbiting box seat witness—
blowing each other up
Y2K torn
poisoning all things breathing
riotous and selfish
planet train wreck—
embarrassed to call your name
…do dance in your dust, dear moon
elegant light
no other can match
in mood—
flood me with your beam
and I will name you tonight
and marry you
and honeymoon till
the last of me is spent

Bland Man

(this goes without saying)
Mendelssohn flashback
preamble dimmer switch
wafting windrow
strings
hours woods
roll up the swather
this is the end of Genesis

where petals
chariot vested
Greek Gods in chlorophyll
descending paths in history to eclipse
wonders of the whips

in time
abandoned great walls, feats of stone
looming towers
languages
disconnected
discovered lost desired
reconnected

inherited
transitory gold between green and brown
bronze Amish fashion
fascinating
heavy
blue stitch velour
Coco couture

on bleached wicked tears
stung lips of lovers
one to the other,
symbiotic recycled
chaff chafed sway
as a name slipped past (and under)
the falling curtain of the day

* * * * *

analyzed, devised strictly
hubris and haughty, the head
has left the body

too desperate to see
the coming freeze
an end to balmy lotions and cheated days

she sleeps cool
to the touch
in xanthophylls
(waiting for a kiss)
atoning for nothing

head lights
power seats and steroid grocery stores
today, they’ll be in paradise

* * * * *

one shiny dry tear
pregnant
sickly green
wormy with holes

box seat anthocyan drama
(selfish) planet train
wreck

tragedy is man’s doing
(and undoing)
what would an earthquake be?

a scythe is named among Virgos to go even
unto death
that which makes the swing
knows the moon

presiding a flame
on redoubts where men doubtless writhe
glorious ribbons, patches,
pins
genuflect death
calling ghostly families
and swallowing for home

transfixed view of heaven
lit up astro-smiles
in a trail of tiles and solid fuel

semi-private room
divider set sheers
and lots drawn
late between shifts
past visiting hours

tanning bed
timer luminous flux

* * * * *

there are too many trees on TV
and working honey bees to break the spell
of cataracts
and a lover’s smell

a wedding dress by Nike
swans and ice cream cones
standing
brain-frozen and sticky-handed
in the grimy air that is embarrassment
and Lohengren

glow sticks bounce in the night
woven by ecstatic breath
dilated majorette
black lit techno band
spun spectral planchette language

permanent protection tan
flax scent strong Wicca
orange chill Sleepy Hollow dinner parties
and the chase of the gilded nye

* * * * *

the purged orchard falls
vines stare
vacant
the roots withdraw the battlefield
saw across the wall
in cyber malls

where the last child played under street lights
is dead to the .wav
of SimCity

Instant Messenger eulogy—

ersatzman sez:

😦
and then u and then they
and then he goes
and then they and then he
and then she and then im
and then she and then he
and then i go and then she
goes and they all
and he goes and u go and im all
was sed wat sed i sed
wat sed i herd wat sed
u herd wat sed
he sed she sed they sed
i sed wat they sed :-)lol

we will be talking of this meme
this evolution in carotene air polluted fashion blather
narrow skies
(carrier) pigeons, did Carthage fly?

gravid season pain Apgar shaman waits
for the coroner of civilization
to procreate
grist for the mill

low rated
telethons in mythologies
nearshore carapaces
boarding selective societies
exacting a garish charge to see the stars

and the moon will be ten dollars (with photo ID)

she is pale, bland, and sad
sees the grindstone sweep
glial cell dust on mistral winds

and apathy will dismiss it all
like the grasshopper did
ignoring his haul
instead playing all summer
and through the fall
where his dignity slipped
and he ate up the ants that winter
for dinner

Diaspora

inside green, slanted, fold

the brightness slivered

dimension-able bottomless tower

bold candles of life swim

waterless buoyed by pre-life

half-sphere, post-past

a muted singer, undeveloped

shuffle planned…

as it goes, or beforehand?

a secret unknown, how?

a mark invisible, why?

a space existing soon, when?

the analog of candlelight