Warren Falcon (04/23/52 - xxxx / Spartanburg, South Carolina, USA)

side by side
silent reading

occasional
'hear this then'

something read aloud
becomes bread

heads nod agreement
smiles and meals beneath
the witnessed reel of
glancing stars

gather their
stones at dusk

fill their pockets own
climbing World Tree at

apogee

then downward turn
they fling themselves
low toward dawn-stumbling
Sun alone

fire seeking
fire

VOGLIO UNA DONNA!

I WANT A WOMAN!

such male heat
alight Light cries
up/reveals -

the morning
dove the crow their
sonorous response
to Sun's Call,
different as they
are unconcealed...


what is revealed:

the mouse in the hole who loves the hole,
how the serpent's tail shimmers as one has
tossed it with a very long stick out the door
shouting - the door shouts too - 'be gone!
no more! ' one has learned to shake the
sheets, the pants, the socks, the topsy
turvy heel-worn shoes before the getting
into because scorpions and spiders dwell
therein and even a snake loves a warm bed,
my pillow for its head, found a skin shed
on a flower-patterned pillow case where
fleecy lambs forever pink silently bleat
as the cloth grows thin from head wear
dream wear because I was once a sleeping man