Literary Enclave:
Poetry Zone

                             I.          

So shall this be the year the flower explodes
And scatters her petals in sacrifice
To herald the time of the dream that heaves the heart
And spirals so swiftly upwards from whirly depths
To meet soft-hued eyes that surrender, never fading
To spark the flow of sweet nauseau mercy milk
Rekindle the sprinkled leaves of wintergreen
And revive the silver mystery of frost?

                                 II.

Such was the sway of ensnaring illusion
Set in play when her face I seized
And all in a flash I saw it floating:
Petals of the bloody, effusive rose
Spreading for the sun
Desire's unblemished complement
Outward radiating, to me or so it seemed
And so in the auditoreum the poetry reading droned on
The cascade of honeyed words blurred
Though to her, girl veiled in mystery, I could speak none
Down that path to limbo went our chimerical meetings
Where words would tumble
And spill into conversations, hot mazes
That lead to mysteries opening, like petalled fingers
That tip-toe toward that secret spot
Where time stands still
And the laudatory egg of bliss
Too eruptive to bear
Engulfs us
And we drift in aftermath
Toward the yearning depths of the swishy sea

                                  III. 

Careening rip-roar of the blue-tinged sea
Where amoebas spin round and round in halo'd light
And the whoosh of akashic breath
Brought from realms above by the cognate angels
Toss me through time, a traveler, to dance the primal dawn
Though in the dying rays of the empty theater called today
I can only fail to trace the lineations of my fine desire
And no effort of imagination can move the halcyon wave
Let go of the pendulum, strange sailor! 
And let God let it come in all due time

                                  IV. 

Electric green light pours from the lighthouse of the mind
And I see the silhouettes appear on the water's horizon
Like the glass-blown heat of a mirage
An image, a faraway apparition of nuclear sentinels so keen
To surge and streak and wreak havoc
Bringing the ash of apocalypse to bear
With time so short, and the night so very long and langorous
Won't you traipse with me through the fields of Avalon?
We might stumble perhaps on pink meadows in repose
And let the sharp stark tablets that record our past
Sink low into the murk and muck of everglades
And Hades will not know which way we turn
Why wait to find that in death all ends are known?

                                   V. 

Oh to dream, to pass through a liquid dimension
And to visualize your doppelganger, quicksilvery form
Materializing to hot breath, breathing flesh
To just pluck my slip-shod daydreams from their web
And smolder right through the seething vale
To greet this steamy place of concrete streets
Where the hermit has hid, he's hankered in silent retreat
In a cold place, the place where silence seeps
Or will love come like snow that falls in the desert
Appearing suddenly, then gone, melted by the rising sun?
Will I be the arcane passerby who never dives
Into the bubbling fountain of your soul?
All the while the strangled ghosts of hometown nights
Spin round and round in roadside effigies to my ire
And we are no more to wonder:
"Oblivion, is that what the messenger came to claim?"
And then, beneath the stationary moon
How long will I wait
For the sounds of celestial music to spur me on?
There in the hazel light of the never known
You will be the one born from the dark ash
Who goes through life glowing like gold