'Let the love of harlots be sanctified.' ~unknown woman
When you come to me, realize I behest
no edifice. Love me in a gutter
-There is no Why.-
wet walnuts, mellow daffodils
a vat of cider simmering psalms
I think this as I step
out of the downpour into my body, a trough
where this yearning collects and solidifies
into something like a plea, an Eloi, Eloi stuck
I read the bible for the poetry and for
the love, or at least I did before
I became afraid of churches.
My fear of them stems
crisp pearl apples hemorrhage
splashes of walnut wash
the decay dribbles between
Morning brought a bird with the body of a man. A bird with one
big vacant eye and a beak, smooth, body a sickle, unsatisfied
motion muted by muscle atrophy as her angular, absurd voice
murmured bone echoing upon the innards of a dark steel vault.
this month I began a new cycle
who am I, and who are you?
if only I knew, if only I knew:
the day began as a mirage.
dressed in the garb of a wise king,
i dab frankincense on my wrists
Everyone can rhyme, but who has the time
to spend their days grumbling about the sublime?
Who cares to be querulous, who wants to be serious?