Warren Falcon

Freshman - 979 Points (04/23/52 - xxxx / Spartanburg, South Carolina, USA)

Love, When You Biting Tear The Ear Of My Hearing Bear Me Then - Poem by Warren Falcon

for four poets, among many others, who have
profoundly influenced my worldview, selfview, and voice:

Robert Duncan, Jack Spicer, Robin Blaser, and Grandfather Walt Whitman


Where is that Spirit which living blamelessly
Yet dared to kiss the smitten mouth of his own century?
- Oscar Wilde, from 'Humanitad'


Love, when you biting tear the ear of my hearing
bear me then upon a steel altar by hammers tongued.

Knotted muscle, nerved cord, by heart and heat
implore, defy no sky nor pliant dirt deny but cloy
hand in hand, require only dissolution of the Old
Masters tyranny by Numbers insistent upon reduction,
odd waters trail calcinations-calculations-bodies
born of even water into mists, continuously reft
from Given, riven from Dream, such freed from
virtual into literal placenta and spleen-

striven history reshaped redeems a value once
consigned to Hell-realms confining dark thoughts

to matter.


But only one
just finger,
dark, traces
delicate
a lace

conforms
forehead tip
to nose
then wet
lips
rose-swollen
with happy
use cries
and
barriers
break,
surge in
to new
terrain.

Does not it all bear
the familiar arc, say,
of just-dawn color,
mauve-play at the liminal
curve where sky beseeches
bounded space to give
its shapelessness a
Cause, a nape conformed
convex from Orbis what
has been scored by breath
pressed upon it?

Who then falsely may decree
any matted clot, spark-charged,
blood engorged, may not body-charge
ahead and into 'other' merge so
must be flung

expurged behind neglected
Moon or plunged through the
bruised ring of abjected Space?


Hear me now


Thrice trace

an outline


Give form to

now dust me (I am)

awakening surprise


Here me how


there


and there


and yet


there again,


after hammers,


caressed

aureoles and

hosannas

outward turn



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Topic(s) of this poem: passion


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 26, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, April 25, 2016


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