ophite

Ophite
7-6-13

Of my ophite and my green rock of my serpentine
I bring to remembrance idolatry over Barbara and Christine
They kept me moving on in times of my departure
And desolate devotions
Where quite out of control were my raging and noxious emotions
Of my ophite, my diabase and my green rock of serpentine
I look back and wonder
O, what can this mean?




From The Source
7-6-13

Serpentine serves as a source of magnesium and asbestos
In sibilating alliteration that goes together with all that is yet to follow
Stretching my mouth to let the big words come out
Quite hard to swallow by the condensation on my thickening mustache
Still growing wild as if I knew my beloved flower child
That comes in the form of the entering into the unmanifested
Beauty deep down in a soul
By which again my face hath shined...