Bonito

 Bonito (Wee Lass)

5-31-20

Tripping out to a map of Rome 

and to our transfiguration 

He lists not what to say 

In assassin Keith on it today 

I read anew Ovid to become as that 

In last rights again by the wayside 

To credit compassion logic high as a virtue 

As determined one with another

What the rising of the dead could mean 

Three hours to go before I get my sunshine 

With juice and pretzels and fainted zone back at it 

Given my maple pecan pie 

This was how I make something harder in fractured love 

And lead hyphens 

Riff, o sail on wee lass

Bonito....

Wild Roots (Of Long Gypsy)

5-31-20

Lia Aureia 

Lessening afterward tree to withhold 

Caring for Caelian as our triplet 

Consciousness dreams like a view inside of me 

In hornets' hostile eminence 

To step out to catch some sun 

Filling the daylight vein 

Thoughts intangible including 

Happy birthday, me 

All one, a cat skull 

Getting on with my assessment 

Tiger castigated on a rose thorn 

Leading to somewhere 

Like the leap of thought 

And long gasps through our sluices 

Swill loving as humble juices my teeming hearts 

And darkened as I do my work of her today....