Rubies

In August,
chrome electricity
measures
Tennessee rubies.

Caramel asylum
chrome fiction
measures
rubies' condensation.

Silver eyelid
reticence petrifies
asylum
caramel electricity.

Elsewhere ghostlike
rubies illustrate
Tennessee
eyelid chrome.

Paris' sprawled
portrait drapes
caramel
rubies' romance.

Honeycombed veneers'
fabric sails
ghostlike
skyline asylum.

Oh! Blithe, Enveloping Treasure

An horizonless ocean
blending into the sky
weaves, without a loom,
a mandala tapestry
as I sing Om to streaky
cotton candy clouds
languidly caressing
my beloved’s cheeks.

Conch shell trumpeters
blare out a fanfare
for a regal procession –
every drop of my blood
marches, like an army
of idolaters, an impassioned
adoration procession for her
elegance, my song of the heavens,
oh, blithe enveloping treasure!

My eyes bleed prayers…
and the answers arise –
the cold breeds the sun
as the wind hatches chimes,
the rain washes lovers
enraptured by the moment,
bulbs release tulip petals
from Hades grasp, and sighs
catch in breathless gasps.

A wild mare gallops
in the soft, impossible
night, whispering secrets
to her spring stallion.

Klimt’s painted kiss
adorns only the lips
of his sleeping Danae,
whose fiery red hair
drapes over the shoulders
of the treasure I caress
with my every heartbeat,
and the fire of your spirit
ignites my life’s passion.

In the hearth of your smile
will my eyes always reside,
and the song of tomorrow
sings in tonight’s whispers.

Flinging away all cares
I escape into the instant
And dwell there eternally.

Pound Said; I Said

Pound said:

ALBA

As cool as the pale wet leaves
of lily-of-the-valley
She lay beside me in the dawn.


I said:

MIG ÄLSKLING

Even without
money, I will always be
a wealthy man. My fortune:
all the memories
a lifetime can hold.
In the phosphorous moonlight,
Artemis supplants Selene
radiating the nights of Aquarius -
and the sea
washes to my shoreline
the most precious sea shells:
my unsurpassable fortune
will always be knowing you.


Pound said:

ALBA

from "Langue d'Oc"

When the nightengale to his mate
Sings day-long and night late
My love and I keep state
In bower,
In flower,
'Till the watchman on the tower
Cry:
"Up! Thou rascal, Rise,
I see the white
Light
And the night
Flies."


I said:

MIG ÄLSKLING

When the wild spirit of Pan
Plays his pipes in sacred élan,
My heart whispers beyond land's span-
A silent melody,
Of epic rhapsody,
In impassioned psalmody,
Wailing.
"Wild blood coursing
Through my heart
Impart!
Beyond all art
Delight!"

And the Constellations Winked Approval

Come
with me to the summit,
to the mountain peak.
View
the diffused sienna blaze engulfing
aspens quaking across a dozing valley.
Hear
violins weep at Beethoven’s command
as the shadowy fingers of dusk
clutch the landscape hushed
by the impressions of Van Gogh’s brush.
Breathe
in the rich, winter fragrance of pine
needles wafting on a gentle zephyr
the way a sonata’s legato movement
liltingly surrounds lovers in the night.
Taste
the dry, Serein River bite in a glass
of unblushing Chablis as it washes
the heart’s impassioned palate
with the honey of skittish enigma.
Feel
strong arms swallow you
in a protective and nurturing embrace,
warding off the cold, buffeting winds
that blanket the frozen, steppe wasteland.

I awaken
to an imagined spring
voice heavily accented.
She speaks
in the languages of every nation.
She leads
me into Paradise like Beatrice led Dante.
She whispers
to me in my dreams like Alba to Pound
as they lay together in the pre-dawn
dew anticipating first light.
She haunts
me from the four corners of the Earth
as Gongyla did Sappho through absence.
She leaves
the same longing within my soul
that Sappho felt for Anactoria and Atthis.

I would brave
the tribulations of Heracles
to witness one of her smiles,
gracing her countenance, to gaze upon me.

I would have walked
across the globe with Alexander,
not to conquer lands, accumulate booty
and subject people to the Great’s rule;
simply to hold her in my arms
in the moonlight, to feel her body
breathing against mine as my heart
would pound against hers,
and to kiss the rosy blush of her lips
between the gasped gaps of her radiance.

And the constellations winked approval.

Silvery Light Shrouds

Silvery light shrouds her with a brilliant
Halo, she stands at midnight’s threshold –

A hesitation between breaths, and concentric
Ripples across the celestial sea spiral
From the edge of eternity to the limitless
Instant: inevitability’s expectant moment.

Sculpted porcelain, crafted from chalcedony,
Reflects her radiance, glimmering ablaze
With the boundless passion emanating from every
Unique brushstroke swept across masters’ canvases.

Cosmic superstrings tune themselves
To the chords she strums, and universes
Sing into being as her melody composes
Chance’s recollection: sweet, divine music.

She calls sublime poetry to flake down upon
Bards and poets like the softest crystal powder
Fluttering out in a fine blanket; her songs
Inspire imagination, aspiration and anticipation.

My heartbeat pounds at her door!

My pulse whispers her name…

The rushing wind
Bellows glee in a tempest.

Fervor fathoms rapturous depths.

The sashayed path she treads
Opens upon the gates of exhilaration,
There would I dare to follow.

siren of electric airwaves

siren of electric airwaves
healer of the deformed infirm
butterfly on a mid-spring morn
weaver of all safety nets

under crystal skies
you open gateways
for lost souls
on the road to Elysium

angel muse
silent whisperer
clothed in brilliant starshine
revealer of the harvest

daughter of the gods
you coax ancient secrets
from flaming pyres
burning eternally

siren of electric airwaves
lead me to your island's shores
dream me into a constellation
or the sand between your toes

Bizarre, They Seem

Exploding stars must produce;

when the period hits -

a blur to the human eye!

Bizarre, they seem.

Color appears like reversed

grounds, preliminary exhibitions'

relatively easy solutions:

challenge relativity's interspersing effect.

Combining and interlacing fingers'

especially ambitious details,

dialog archived collections

and proceed to small cloisters.

Rhythm, Atmosphere or Mood

Planet lands an astronaut

in shifts of dominance,

consequent occurrence

makes energy carrying

particles escape the solar

center in tempo:

rhythm, atmosphere or mood.

The severe problem

consisting in earth and rocks'

observational selection

appears uniformly blue

independent of surface

color: nature loves the small.

Rotation to the rescue!

Juxtaposition restricted.

Young, old, major,

minor, pulsar, nebulae,

radiation, vacuosity.

Without absorptions,

the normal result and

most decisive difference,

set up to record hot flashes.

Consequent Recurrence

Flatter the public taste

flatter than sentimental waste.

Distinguish the lighter and darker

and extinguish the flatulent marker.

Discriminate color intensity

by uttering a garbled obscenity.

Consequent recurrence of placement

reveals the irrelevance of government.

Compare the coffee in a cup

with the tail of a wagging pup.

Apples, cherries and tomatoes are red

but chapter 20 is best read in bed.

Remain unchanged in hue and light

because, man, dig it, like, it's outtasite.

Non-Observable

Reason, having a direct

remainder with respect

to the subject, molasses,

illustrates indefinite

non-observable signs.

The barometer reads

value uncertainty

drawn by measuring

applied voltage.

First case destinations

formulated a mark

of causality, counter

to pre-vision intuition -

definition's revision:

uncertain incision.

The simplest cannibal

obtained repeated

calculations of models

beside the cartels

of dimensional brothels.

Points in time

drift

in variable response.

Where there is fire, kitchen

qualitatively prevails smoke.

Non-observable counter examples

understand product resistance.

An unbiased variance

squared the correct entry

relating to something else

with short, false repetitions.