Sunday, May 21, 2017

News Of The Whirled

 News Of The Whirled

It's all pix
elated into mess, crackled
digital distortion, tonight's
broadcast. The set's

A hunger, a shadow,

black furred blur
of flesh and age
mouths at the edge

never still except the lull
of false hope

its only cunning.

It's all so neat
so cancelled and concluded
here at the ending

and yet occluded

the ordered home so long


 a house
by earthquakes.

~May 2017

 posted for Brendan's News

Images: Stardust, 1993, © Peter Alexander. Fair use via wikiart.otg
The House of Ill Fame, by Heironymous Bosch, circa 1500. Public domain.

Friday, May 19, 2017



Open the gates
of your lips and let me
pass, even as
you ripen mine
to that soft splitting
by your tongue.

Trade me your hands
for this furious waste,
breathe thaw on
the frozen plates
that slide and grind
our ties unbound.

Cast each threadbare
husk of garment down
upon the changing earth
so we may turn, turn
from dead to worse
to life again,

popping like milkweed
on the wind, red blood
to white spires, tassels and
catkins of old desires;
and afterthoughts,

argonauts, two
fools of wide waters
floating the blue storm
through clouded pillars
over the shoals
of a thousand suns.

~May 2017

 Images: Milkweed, author unknown, fair use via internet
The Argo, by Lorenzo Costa: 1st third of 16th century via wikimedia commons