bronze

 On A Bronze Ship

1-11-21

From the jeweler salesman and other calls about it

Just in time to clean up our fields of deep poppies  

Knowing I will by sunrise Prometheus sometimes 

Milk the sheep for a fragile palace for to guide untouched 

And for appalling flatness at Rakain in Bavaria 

For a cup of ice as to gravitate in my lesson reconstruction 

Evoking the memory small to be deep in the crawfish and imagining succession 

All for Aboriginal ambrosia 

And voices for the deaf 

For the chapter of love itself....

In Arms Plutonic 

1-11-21

Imagine it September of Twenty-nine 

To accompany he that wears it well 

By and as poems of akin corn telling south of France among gentians 

In golden splendor of as swallowing bones of a younger industrial 

Praying our miraculous torches gay with red puddles from jeweled splendor 

O, death in we as a gentian in priapas 

Falling into a trance as in Keats 

Give me the touch....

Into France

1-11-21

Now the appointments are made in anger and eloquence 

To drown the horses of the deaf that none more all one speech 

As to descend again getting blown with verily continual evoking my main memory 

Where it's all worthwhile and it comes to pass 

Waiting to have a need or two of dark blue flowers and purple trees 

Taking up my goldenrod in a dream that wakes to settle from a jeweled surrounded 

In Etrascans rhyming with me given clean sway in things that die before its time 

Headed west back into France.....