poem 286 of a poem a day for 2012

spell man

the sown prop

is the stick

you catch fire here

says the gasoline man

and right over there

we bottle everything

but intent and a dirty rag

Jericho was razed

by will and starving

the trapped like Summer

leaving late born insects

with tiny cuts and

a primordial insistence

on eating and

fucking and

tightening the eggs

the pearling of wishes

is just looking back at things

finding where every smile went

hunting for billowy seeds

milkweed pod little vaginas

in turn wheel focus

on the carve of wind

finding the born dew and

the fat against

blades of grass

drinking shadow warmth

cupping it into

something ripe and

and rising

the odd smell of about

to burn or bleed is everywhere

it is at a peel ready

easy to lean into moment

knowing tilled Autumn

is side belly streaming Moons

in a deep embrace of water and

lighting fires from the inside out

telling all of us to keep

all of our living green worlds

where dreams can still get to them

EJR ©