Pale
White With Pale White Rings
At the old St. Mark's
bookstore
first saw the cover of Midwinter's Day
so blue and large it took my breath away
then met Bernadette
Mayer at a party at
Lorna's apt
she & Brooker pushing me: talk to her, talk to her
almost 20 years
later
visible before dawn
then Venus goes to the other side of the sun
tangerines in a crate
I'm all jittery, world torn up
as an orange fiery net
Saturn, pale white
with pale white rings.
an old sled
an antidote
the sun roared on
filtered blue and elastic
a cathedral of fires the dragon spits out
I read pure maple
sugar on a box
and feelings pile up in the throat
space contracts
& the horizon shifts
like a seahorse
the green man
pulls from his sack
a pregnancy
toys fall to the earth
shiny black tape
x's the calendar made
the new moon evolves
slowed down
words come to an arc, an alphabet of the sun
Bernadette, thanks, it
was a lot of fun.
Reef
Writing on pink
edged, ruled paper
suddenly Billie Holiday's sepia registers
a pervasive spreading colorization
at a level that holds voice and horn.
Shadows dissimulate
cool on June skin. Unfurl
dive in
clock all broken season's
reign.
Regret at 9:00 in the morning.
I love the northern summer's
hesitation
unfolds its atmosphere
reflective
in a glass
coral on a wall
envelopes
in cool blue & poetry
"in the book on the table"
Coolidge is daily.
What
the Gods Do
Rimless at the bowls'
Black
Night is drawn
Skirts and horses
Their
Procession upward
The suns'
fragmented
representations.
Malampus heals
is written on the white card.
Junctures
cold balm
at morning when
he's
the moon that went away.
Tacit
Pale gold ether
only ginger ale in a wine glass.
Try and make from bent shadows
an alphabet
the sun put
on my mouth
these bars, an escape
from fire and these
that hold succulent
ovals tipped with minute crimson
particles
fell to the desk and
light is irretrievable.
Each skin,
flapping
silent
stenography.