Monday, June 25, 2012

Your Gyant God

adapted from Baudelaire's The Giantess, tr, by R.Howard

had you been there
when primal nature teemed
with monstrous progeny
you would have tried
to nest beside
some gyant god
the way that cats
sprawl at the feet
of those who feed them.

loving to watch him breathe
you would see his lower arm
grown tremendous
with his terrible games.
and you would study
rain-clouds forming
in his darkening eyes
to know what thunders
gather'd in his heart.

scaling the slopes
of his enormous legs
you saunter through
the landscape of his lap.

and when fetid summer
makes him stretch
across the lands
you will sleep, untroubled
in the shadow
of his arm--
a peaceful homestead
at the mountain's base.

Saturday, June 23, 2012

when it comes

golden treasure
summer's child--
warm breeze
dancing leaves
ache for moisture...
at his touch
alive and flowing
drenching flower,
leaf and stem,
shaft descending
into darkness...
a rooty forest
of eager, greedy mouths

Tuesday, June 5, 2012

The Empty City

empty streets i wander
empty houses pass by
not daring to enter
not wanting to try

salt air now calls to me
down to rotting docks
there no ships await me
no keys for any locks

i cannot bear to depart
i do not want to stay
lying down by the gate
too tired even to pray