Adam Fitzgerald Poems
|1.||Man Out Of Sea||2/14/2006|
|3.||On The Face Of Christopher Marlowe,1585||2/15/2006|
|8.||The Coming Train||9/22/2006|
|11.||The Relay Station||9/22/2006|
|15.||The Love Song Of Saint Sebastian||2/15/2006|
|16.||To A Boy Leading A Horse||2/15/2006|
To A Boy Leading A Horse
Under a shudder of sun
A murmur of wood.
The opal sky impure as lead,
The air is gaunt and azure-sedged;
Combed with glass and mercury.
A marble tomb suspended.
Under the flesh of this sun
I fear for your tenderness, boy.
Though the wind is not more bronze
Than the crumpled ochre of your skin,
With the petal of your phallus
Outlined as the rest of your body
In chrome and creosote, your eyes imprinted
Wild with tarnished ash and flaking rock-flint —
What of you is permanent?
A gash of
Shadow leaks above your chin, ...
Man Out Of Sea
I built a man out of the sea today.
Clay waves, hurricane flotsam and jellies
Sopping into these palms’ quiet caverns—
I held seaweed and basalted sponges,
Pellucid crustaceans, their brisk bones
Bound by my tiring hands, then sculpted him.
I borrowed undulating crepes that arch
The plunging sea’s wide diminished breast
And fettled light the sternum, moldering