The Nyro Poems - Majestic, Reprise Poem by Warren Falcon

for the Monday King, 'sun on black velvet'

'Once it was alright, alright, baby
Once it was alright, alright, baby
Once it was alright, now' - Laura Nyro,

Recall floods,
florid days/nights.

Here still on Planet 'UnRequitia'

only the mulls.
the mulls,
over again,

again relentless
miles descanting,

'red rover
red rover,

just send...

Please.

*

''There's nothing left to say or do'
But mister you were wrong
And I'm gonna sing my song for you' - Nyro

Still, now,
only memory
miracles can make:

Old Razor Burn,
his 'Empty-Moon' bottles,
molotovs thrown skyward
at dusk.

He insisted lab coats be worn
distributed ritually before
silver-painted matchboxes
opened, blessed with his spit -
impatiently explaining
(I always fled falling fire
and glass too drenched
in gas to freeze then burn

but o I burned alright alright
baby o -

'Such concussion
upon night sky brings
deeper stars to surface,
the more easily gathered,

Flash of Fish Star,
Formalhaut, brightest,
belly up for hands to
grab, or try, our
abhorring steeples.'

We were always fleeing
valley's venial back doors
then in the names
of Jesus and gin.

All this, more, an Aeon's end,
not easily outrun checking our
gun splintered thumbs at portals
beyond Finned Star's shining reversals.

*

'Mama's comin' soon
And the junks are turning in the
Spring sky' - Nyro


Gladly, Astonished Grace.


I address 'She of the Yellow Rose':

Her stone lantern paper thin -

'Abound in now/then pomes,

always in hearts made the

gentler by breaks,

their simpler majesties ever within reach'

'There's smoke in the kitchen...
The sun on black velvet
And high stars
At the bottom of the world.' - Nyro