Sequence

Lamentable, indeed: the lamplight touch'd
your breast and felt the breathing sound.
One limb, lithe and mirthful, reached around
to cover eyes and stop the witnessing of birth.
Please, beseech your tears and stop their exodus.

Momenta of the memory-full field of pansies
disreputable flowers that they might be,
born to base themselves in brick-surrounded soil
unelegantly undervoiced and plain.

One necessary night for most is what fulfills
liquid desiring escape. Most fire oxidizes,
presses upon our skin with weight of atmospheres;
Such weight, such destitutely jostling molecules
of bitter atmospheres.

Ultraviolet Catastrophe

Black and heat:
Visible uncertainty and field lines
seep through surfaces in flux.
Alike, the bodies sleep
and slowly wake, and slowly keep time
with hands whose trembling
shakes the fabric of surrounding air
and radiate infinite power.

Memory (Unremembered)

Hello light,
in love, switch to manual
and drive, and drive - answer
phones for maytag refrigerator
customer support.

Hello light,
where to fly, and where to snow,
(some call him such a busybody)
Where to go? Where to sleep tonight?
Greetings, You are Hypnos. I am Pan.

Hello light,
For Ten Points, What do men think about women?
ANSWER: things, I feel excellently
when I eat the trees, so excellently.

Hello light,
and hello Child, you bear some
pleasantry of peace; deny
your hungering infants;
deny their food; deny my drink.

Hello light,
and whom to be but he who slays
thy chivalry. To die, to sleep?
What have you (have at thee!) to keep?

And hello light, I think
I am to love.

Madame X

Skin so full of light, such wild white
held aloft by fields of black
and pressed into the earth by skies of beige,
One hand, pressure on the table,
a lonely fingernail, one glaring sideways eye,
a gentle cut of red into your face, half-lipped,
orifice and soft pink shell of funneled sound,
one dark pervasive nostril:
doorway to the arrogantly facing mind:

They are, and they are loveliness
and sharp, it's sure the
teeth and wit are too.

Tell me: "Do diamonds strike the suitors blind?"

Tell me: "Are they swallowed by the dark heart on your breast?"

Tell me: "Did they write their lives to you?"

Please, I beg it, tell me what is true.

Silence, she has gone to rest.
All that's left are blandly colored walls
and the unseen one who desperately loves.