Part 2 (1/2)

3 Fall was...

reputedly from another country wore glaring cravats, gold leaf and Rubenesque chain; stalked the lark mocked the breeze.

4 Penny wise, pound poor leaves a shock of hair prematurely white degradingly picked from the comb flung out fireflies crisp bodies to singe fire-cold light.

5 Advancing stairs in poor light, the season became makes.h.i.+ft wallpaper hung by tedious hands.

Little seep of plaster dirt escaping the touch, gra.s.s bristled by frost where occasional flower was torched with cold savaged bees stumbled from the weeds.

METAPHOR

There is a star near the hinge of planets, a barn under a cow's lick of moon-- plausible people moving thru an airless universe.

Pay attention to the frond of lilac . . . limestone troughs upon which thickets of Indian scalp & devil's paintbrush soar to the horizon and, afterwards, little creeks run with the sparrows of evening time in step to tiny boatmen that echo enamelled snails from the very consonants of earth.

Rustle of leaves, some might argue breathless gasps to intone the savagery of little seasonal voices cut off mid-stream.

A spate of bees, early colonizers deflower blossoms and strip-mine lava b.u.t.ter of erupting hard-sh.e.l.l tulips: such careless penetrations-- volcanic intrusions entomb their hairy bodies caked with the iron-lung of blackened soot petals, each a cough drop on the heaving breath of a declining afternoon.

EMBERS

As you enter into dream-- its the unconsciousness which stifles, the thin embers called flame that outdistance the controlled rubric of desire.

SKIN

Her emerald top phosph.o.r.escent candy glow stick candy, sno' cane-- floss like the mane revealed beneath, spun hair matted/woven into icicle lengths & pubis mink.

Her presence as a monk sliding under a cowl, jet-black velvet or midnight eye-liner shadow knotting strands of dark.

She comes on waves-- candelabra is a name deft movement of finger caressing storm, bare legs s.h.i.+ning wet street lamps decantered ambered wine.

Cigarette floating between lips, uncharted voyage of the smile where puffs of smoke are parrots' wings, incandescent show-girls in novelty across the flame.

ASGARD

In the ardour of an Asgard fire see adders from her vinous fire per adua ad astra.

Listen to the wind-- the ageless, intoning wind, a sea-hag encrusted on a mattress of waves.

Cat's footfall, breath of fish the flowering beard of a woman.

OLD BROMPTON ROAD

”Death is but a sleep”