Ablution February 28, 2008

The water moves my heart block by block.

Kid’s idea of a house, half-hearted playground.

Year come around; explode light along everlasting funnel

And I am falling; my wings fold resigned.

I turn my breath inwards Morning Star.

Pull happiness like a trigger.

 

 

 

It was time to return from the playground

there were dark patches on my arms.

Ghosts fussed about me

poured water that ran down

my throat and burnt my eyes.

 

 

 

I had been in old dreams

suffering from strange thoughts.

It was evening when I woke up.

I sat alone

a glass of tea in front

and listened to the world fall asleep.

Light February 22, 2008

 

Eyes in darkness; the Fool knows his way though

through his pickings of the midwife’s brain;

a chart that slips past subtle fingers.

Land into brine. Ahoy! the wave that

explodes; sun on sun; silver foundlings

occupy heaven and earth.

The Fool torn apart; darkness made light.

The queen February 19, 2008

Your innards are of valentine metal

brittle, broken and dust.

yet so smooth your despair

so sweet the lips that greet

greedy teeth and chomp and pound

and thrust.