slow
that moon whose rise begins
as thinnest hint of what will shine
or glow or glowingly only hint
the slightest airing of the slow-born show—
take it then
as suns take shadows
first by setting
then by easing into unseen lows—
take that draft into your arms
get drunk
start over
put a sweater on—
by heavens and convictions
that beginning is a taken slow
a turn
a twist
a slightest airing out
against crazed Night
by page and ink
that hint of Madmen's glow
blues exam 3
ask
what you want
of a thousand shadows
and they will show
the darkness is
yet hasn't come
blues exam 2
if the aberration ran ribbons
out of hearts
what would remain but to
grasp imagination’s poemy palm
consider further contemplation
and know the void of a single tongue
leaving
or coming
to the blank garden
filled with broken things
they emptied their pockets
of all they never had
and swept the grounds
of their countenance clean
having lived so long on lies
they’d nearly forgotten
the names of streets
or the letters used
to spell their love
Blitzkrieg Variation 3
he was one of the good ones surely
he would have brought her trinkets
like crows
but every day was begun again
in the center of bombdreams
while the garden lay
tripped along currents
coursing between stars
and that song of love
formed long ago
emptied
as the remembrance of birds
Blitzkrieg Variation 2
So they left somewhere
an arm a leg
and now the poppies grow
tall and red and all
over the place so wild
in the fields Glory
has returned--
is the name
for what may never
be retrieved
BLITZKRIEG VARIATION 1
They learned to kill
each other
and the Power to win
was used to gather
Everything in
pieces
like the sudden word
inhabiting
that turned
even the smallest
wild rose
away.
