Peeling onions with my naked nails
Oh how close I come to paring off my parchment skin
And on it I shall write: if all else fails
This you shall send to those I’ve harbored, allies, foe and kin:
The apple cart came rumbling down the street
Pushed by the apple man who’d piled it high
God’s knife cuts deeply into the shadowed valley
And let’s us fall there. Then we scramble up
And trudge along, bearing our earthly goods.
Are you my vampire? That is what he said.
I’ll just describe it. I was on my bed
Soaking the sun and reading ‘Life and Fate’
Vasili Grossman wrote app. ’38,
I like to take a catnap now and then
For instance on a Sabbath afternoon
When book in hand I lie down in the den
A glass of tea, some honey and a spoon
My children have been words. Words were children.
Phrases fat and thin that lined the fragile field.
Those little innuendoes first
just niggle, then they make us thirst
for something.... what we can't explain
until some insight gives it name
Lady moon you are a lamp of darkness,
You cast your shadow on the sunlit earth
Eclipsing spirit, stunting growth, a furnace
Of icy coals destroying heart and hearth.
Pallid you may be; Athena, Pallas,
Was wise too, pale because she knew too much
About her lover's quite elusive phallus
Whenever she came near and wished to touch.