...and now for something completely different...

With the fairies

Butter-cream yellow walls of rain,

whistling like flowers

Heather wings hang on silken threads

falling as a rope ladder to the moon

Drifting amidst the ocular cloud-

towers, arms tower, head is a large glass bulb

Planted in the roof-top of the world is

where we dance a mélange of song-boats &

Aquamarine wiser for lakes of folklore

unfold secret microcosms of universe.

I pare apples & dangle the peels in my hair

romantic notions of howling wilde beasts

Shining in Swedish ultra-sway night

remembered because of which I am

Who is hearing wild dogs

barking, it enters me

& if we followed you all night

we’d arrive at day.

....and now for something completely different....

(London finally surfacing)

The Present Tense

And now, suddenly the weather

is behaving as if it were Fall

sneaking into the heat of a summer

that was perpetual in that silken way

that caresses skin burnt hot in the sun

I sit on a bench reviling the pigeons;

Wishing.

Steadily the acres of forest have grown

thick in my mind such that I stare

out of my eye-sockets at the road

& see nothing but leaves

The cars have disappeared

even though I hear their engines

There is nothing but still space

Absence, a large hole

& me and a man with flaking skin

sitting on a bench in Belsize Park.

August 15,2005

CITY

Skyscraper, blue
tango pass night
plumes leather
head catch elevator

Tunes, catch word
hoard blanket over
skyscraper jelly
wish eye scratch

Ball, every hair
traffic float blue
earth lounge visit
gash light calm

Speck, turning.

burn the deck

the muse

obtuse

is not

quiet

and behead

quiescent

the silent

noose

bedeck