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'Put Me into Words,' Screams the Cherry Blossom
If only I could.
Let me engulf you
by you engulfing me.
Let down your fresh,
white hands,
maul me.
Unearth your seeds,
seat them
on my pleated navel.
Loosen your roots,
stick that waxy reach
in my path.
I can trip
into your lifted trunk
and burst out
with wise old swirls,
spinning in spring’s tow,
with my green hair
unfastening its shapes
and my trussed thorax
peeling.
Our arms will sift light
through petal nests.
Fingers will buzz
with roused bees
saving our sap
for the sweet retreat.
Words Cherry Blossom!
Give me all of your words.
Or do we need
a bigger gash to fall in?
Some cavern
into the brains of life,
where majesty sits,
all records were writ…
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Earth Notes
Earth sits in a map
of ancient paths
that only birds know.
Rainbows
rest their nibs
here in her secret heart.
Nomad clouds –
moist genius,
spill their drink
and Earth sucks.
Floating in a timetable
of spacecrafts,
Earth listens
through greying holes
to a new voice,
a new roar.
Planes prick and
guzzle in the sky,
circling dirt
from stop to stop to stop…
Ring, ring, ring.
The sphere is rung
as our kept fresh flesh
catapults through
conditional air.
Down below,
so far down there,
the planes of Africa
can’t bleed for thirst.
I swear this Earth is cursed.
When our bones
are stone
and our cycle beats
for soils supper,
shall we remember
Earth’s persistence?
Now,
among the far stars
she hangs
like a rocked bauble
near Jupiter’s ginger show,
shares space
with the switching moon
and the opal ovals
of deep Saturn light.
Orion straddles Earth
in constant anticipation.
Shall we ever feel
his flicking belt
or catch him on the floor?
Earth has grown a window
for her spy…
where once in a while
meteors drip,
stars make love,
men slip by.
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Wired
The wires have bred
and spread like ivy.
There’s a little machine
in everything.
It’s a digital quest,
a strange test.
You may lose your head,
perhaps you want to.
It’s as fascinating
as Mercury.
It’s space playing hard to get.
It’s virtual
like asepsis.
It’s the sloth of accomplishment,
a fat money pot,
million dollar deals,
despot.
It replicates
like a lizard’s tail,
a signature.
It’s a prime player
under this grainy sky
as the pixels part
and the dreamscapes start.
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Ocean Bed
It is dark-o-clock.
The perimeter is mapped with stars.
Incarnation –
your shape sparkles through the sky.
Down here, I am the sea,
the sea that smelts through me.
I am the green hair of mermaids,
whelked nipples
that harden to your face.
I am a pearl in the mouth
and I can vomit up a beach,
as the seaweed wraps
her warted arms around me.
I am holy
from the world bath,
shaven
from the grazing shark
that tracks.
Like a boat,
I am time-tabled into this space –
a definite vessel.
Yet,
I guard my eyes with a mirror.
I let the waves create,
find the way by mistake.
I keep myself guessing,
staving off the whispers
from the she who is me.
And now,
my daughter,
a cell or two old,
it is light-o-clock
and you can see
from your balcony,
the studs of silver horns,
the eyes of fish,
crabs, claws,
more than I could ever imagine.
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Such Odd Hours We Keep
You fast-forward
with hard folded-back wings,
sculpting out from your T-shirt.
O Wonder!
Weaving through jams,
phone in hand,
describing the land,
beautifully late,
right up to my gate.
And such a magnormous,
blossomy, untold,
clear, indigo,
cloud shifting night
to be letting you in.
So moor on this shore,
float and soar
to where before was after before.
Come on!
Glide air towards me,
cusp your paws
Jut your lips.
Let's go down.
We are polar,
yet our glows
curve to meet.
Now ear near,
we hear the unspoken
and comet,
dripping in stardom.
We roll
hot, white skins.
Half each other's planet.
Half each other's planet.
All here.
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Bats
Oh lover!
We
have
hung
like
bats
onto
the
bad
times
for
too
long
now.
Let’s spread our toes a while .
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