Transit of Venus
In smoked glass
on a broken hill
above Matavie Bay
we watched that shade
that silhouette
slide by
the crooked mill
the wind
that tossed our clothes
outside the
graveyard gate
A veteran of what
you...
Folk Ballad for the Harvard Whore
Larry, having become a badly aged eyesore
Avoided his image in the mirror,
But bathroom breaks - much needed -provoked one day uproar
What did he see?
“A...
dreamed tao of bees
raptured in bees
that do not sting
flying within their kinetic drone
circumference of apian light
I am nectar in each leg pouch
adorned with bees
that croon green ascension
floating...
darkness
that evening you left me on the corner
moths drank every street light
a swarm of locust devoured the moon.
***
NEIL BROSNAN: darkness
perpetuum nobile
Perpetuum nobile
Stray
for Era Kever
I stepped out stray
on those
cracked streets
South Harlem
in the summer night
Black looks
in shadow
Death gliding
on the air
I didn’t see you there
They were fighting
on one...
the laughing men
oh memory
childhood illusion
behind what synapse
the aroma of smoldering autumn fire
suburban side roads
softly gauzed in smoky light
children’s saturday voices
rising from yards
family raked
weekend chored to
the status...
from innocence
oh memory
childhood illusion
behind what synapse
the aroma of smoldering autumn fire
suburban side roads
softly gauzed in smoky light
children’s saturday voices
rising from yards
family raked
weekend chored to
the status...
Because the moon
Because the moon
has no place to rest
she drifts in endless circles
constantly shedding
the memory of herself
to forge through darkness
brave night’s silence
endure the stars.
countdown
nici nu mai stiu
de te iubesc
sau oboseala clipei
e doar o amagire
mai e un pic si se sfarseste lumea
(numaratoare inversa)
I don’t even know
whether I love...
children
I saw you today
like yesterday
and I howled wolf
what if I'd told you
we were looking away perhaps in the ground
and we made love
first I
then you never
you gave me a cigarette
which...
last rite
Sunday Christian radio
Jesus on every other station
the frequency of God
stero summoned
sermoned into farmland and suburbia
I avoid
content for now
with Lady Ga Ga
as I blow past
a...
not even
if you don't have air make it up
if you don't have words kill yourself with them
if you have not lived revive yourself
if you don't have...
your name in the bamboo grove
once
deep in green bamboo
the swaying stalks
thick with delicate leaves
joined their lofty spires
high above our heads
conflicting sun
shattering its urgency
into blinding streamers
tendriling down
torquing between the wind
swayed...
