poetry
Landfall
Through maps of thirst and seas,
Traversing the labyrinth of absence,
Your comely sight finally greets me,
Welcoming the distance warrior
From his now distant wars
Into your forbidden shore.
What do I make of life now,
But thirst in search of its music,
And death, but eyes breaking into sight.
It is love to attempt to measure
The immeasurable with mystery of tears.
So, whoever [...]
and then i die into the self of night
when the moon rolls out from the side of the shallows
like leaf fallen textured your nuptial kiss
roads lead to the blue lilac touch
sentimental of its libations
you are a beauty a scent of the river
carnal crypts between your arms of sin
where my imaginary lust lives elegantly
black laced skin blooms mauve symmetries of fall
with a view to [...]
You Suffered More Than You Know … (poetic-prose)
Don’t think I was meddling because I
Saw more than the others. Everything about
You seemed transparent really, and each part
You thought was hidden appeared to me as
A book longing to be thumbed through-
What was I to do?
If you truly believed you were
Hiding your heart ~ you weren’t.
I didn’t purpose to see more than I had,
- Or [...]
Beyond Time
There are facts that are certain myths
In this country in the wind,
Where no fire blooms, except for the petal in your eyes,
Where the oil used to summon miracles,
Blows the seasons from their weather.
And the fishes swim in the sky
Where cities sail forth with God’s single breath;
On this country’s nameless mountain the quick rock
Declares the dream [...]
Love of a Poet
Never love a poetTo love one is absurdA poets love entirelyBeing given to the wordBad poets write of loveA moral for my daughterGood poets love themselvesLike a fish loves water The didactic part comes nowNot of love and not of poetOf happiness and loving lifeThe poetry’s in how you show it!
the man that fell from the porphyry sky
manipulating the aura of the moon touching it with his hands
his eyes rearranging its tones,transferring its luminosity its photon waves toward the other sideof the serene space licking the sea wave
inside his eyes the seas,the archipelagos reflecting a sailing,a passage,a river of memory, a tear
he was now unable to.
his heart non-sonic his mind travelling listening to [...]
Medea Forms
on the top of this ancient hill the most mysterious objects
are still hidden by modern manners
unnoticed myths dramas of euripides and sophocles
and the tourists and the new modern immigrants
walking as playing the chorus parts
but aphonous archaic reliefs with fast movements of the new land
our bodies before the music starts behaving as small amniotic universes
and our modernistic [...]
My phantom limb
Reels in the whirling north sea
while all I do
Is touch my lips
Drawing out
the philtre’d memory of your
Kisses like symphony
and of crimson texture.
White heavenly embers
have traced your figure.
Each speaks
Your skin’s shape.
Your smile is immortal in you.
After all,
It was your eye’s smile
Assured me this love true.
Kisses like symphony
and of crimson texture.
Your smile is immortal in you.
Haiku flu during dinner with Joshu
The wind’s cut,
and the dust is aromatic.
summer gorgeous.
***
I got burned when
the cold circle of the sky
said, hello, this is the darkness.
***
reflection of the moon
in the black pool,
looks good enough to eat.
***
sometimes i dream
i am a droplet
rolling off a silky leaf in the jungle.
***
bald rubber,
rocky highway,
phantom rolling off the rubble.
***
When I write Haiku
I am [...]
Today brought carriages running up the boughs of trees
The streets here look like newly paved black gold
Lined with moss speaking conquistador’s beards
The Americas aging to god knows what
And the conquests have hardly begun.
Today brought carriages running up the boughs of trees
Forward through all directions, endlessly.
Mother Progress weeps dumbfounded, abandoned.
To all Copper and Clay
I address this new age, and I salute your flexibility.
Night no [...]
