December 4, 2011

Pan y Siringa, cuadro de François Boucher , 'Fremitus', poema por mí








fremitus solsticio


mummery 
revelry 
frenzy zest
blessed with 
the mask's 
smooth delve


stolen diogenes lamp 
doggerel scamp the
cave as womb looms 
balance stoning me 
for loving all the
the daughters of babylon
and the demons of water
breaking glass


my caught dives 
chum blood 
with shards
of the Sun's reach 
wings,shorn with want
burn the most hearts
when Winter comes
when moored
with cut rust 
to lose me 
to loosen me
one molecule 
one broken orbit
at a time 


feeds my cast nets
my lancelet gravities 
laced in hidden dust 
in iris fields
opening 
in hooded 
midnights calling
crouched curled seeds

vine thin divides
inside a patient choice, 
inside what every eye 
blind with held tinder 
twined,knows
turns, slows
when love is as 
impermanent
as the feel 
of my voice
against 
any part
of you

vibratory claim
what compels
what hands
the flying wax 
to ash
brigade from
paraded
charade of fates
from free wills
in freezing rain
to rut crawls
gnawing
the finger
gripped edges
of another oblivion


I spill
 tip my cup
towards
another
potential  
tightening
releasing
breathing
expanding
accordian dancing
my slow tides 
til Spring 

to
reticle
the
music
piped
madness
gifting
gladness
under
pine
boughs
beneath
warm
roan 
roam
smolt  
 glow
ghosts 
coal
 trails  
 wear
 golds
veins 
each 
succussatory
curve
each
wing
waiting
to 
melt
again


(c) EJR

2 comments:

  1. This is definitely another favorite. Put it on the "publish immediately" list.

    This is big-time awesome:
    "frenzy zest
    blessed with
    the mask's
    smooth delve
    stolen diogenes lamp"

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