Archive for February, 2012

Albatross Erased

February 25, 2012

Hence viper thoughts…
I turn from you and listen to the wind.
—S. T. Coleridge

That bird, such a goad to the roaming eye.
Surely, he must see why my rime is for a time
when truth is thought a fiction, not an outright lie.
More like a mise-en-abyme of his flight behind
the symbol for flight, this birth of the body
in a body of words. More like the hemisphere
of the brain, than the globe. Why make a hobby,
of circumnavigation when it’s clear
that fortune should suffice? Fate can be a bread
leavened with lavender and leaves, a mind
of lilac bushes, a perfume that we must dread
to smell, but fate cannot be the albatross left behind.
His destiny is like ours, atop the Southern Cross.
Each day’s beauty of flight, erased. Lost.


February 17, 2012

The Baby Winnims

February 6, 2012

Such eyes could be the pearls that we can’t see.
Each movement could be a breathed image so
Consummate in reflection that when we
Try to compare cheap wine with fine Bordeaux
And foolish ecstasy with foolish love,
—just, you know, to feel your pulsing accuracy—
You  become like the sky you can’t possibly see above
The  surf, a cuttlefish, say, but one free
From its watery origins, one that appears
To disappear. Poof. Gone. So gone its mind
Becomes a coral reef. So gone our fears
Become just like the blind leading the blind
With eyes so full of tears. Child, if we stay
Together, I will eat you. Swim away,

Baby Winnims, swim far away.