BLUE
through an exploding sky
with chunks of cerulean, you blue
stone from ocean bottom blue as
some hypnotic dream of blue flesh
blending into a darker retreat from
my blazing orange chariots while
fish cruise their simple blue pathways
watching you and your blue eyes
like pools of sleep sucking me
sucking me deeper into you as
we exchange ourselves and make
a blue-blooded spirit whose heart
I fill with the screams you draw
out of me and whose body
you fashion from a reflected blue depth
I knew was hidden between your legs
HALF-LIFE
after your deepest wish for my touch
has finished its drawn out dying
no matter which season
or for what reason, or at evening's
wondrous flaring
what's left behind you couldn't reach
all the rest of me poised and hot
like a raptorial creature bathed
in the very last glow of receding love
my body a dark mirror
where you often drank at dusk
fed you its living images
of yourself eager for that feeling
until you grew weary
with that blind looking
then wandered off in search
always in search of what
goes on timeless in its vanishing
UNTITLED SERIES
a patient waiting until
I hear crows and airplanes
that speak in a dark code
the river valley or crowds
on a pilgrimage years hence
each cloud distinct its picture
language that goes against
simple memory fields
a triangular light reflection
as the helicopter descends
he pulls a weapon and I'm
forced to change now or later
since he's holding her hostage
so we back off temporarily
another field she's nude
although not shivering and
I myself may soon be aloft
even before the descent some
lateral pull into a scene in
Atlanta soccer coaches Saturday
morning cartoons Veuve Cliquot
on the golf course an egg and
a potato teed up and I'm looking
for a driver but no one has
any clubs only a receipt for
the purchase of two spotted horses
reposed on a dome or blister
underneath which all manner
of chilled trees under broken
clouds or cocaine streams
through a forested portion
I peer down tentatively
feeling a crusty surface
for the invisible doorway
each step eked out organic
speed to bring pieces into
alignment the hearse two
short dark habited nuns
my sister in tears asking
for love to stay out of prison
so that gears mesh to push
against the darkness I'm
looking down over vast
unfolding plains in Africa
one person the global sphere
UNTITLED
the ship has left port
some lunatic Ahab
is brandishing a cane
like a sword, and I stare
up blindly from the sea floor
vainly looking for your
vanishing image
long afterwards
a beauty gone dark at the core
your final words at the door
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